That Board meeting was about as dull and uneventful as the average.
Yet Dick managed to make a few live paragraphs out of it that
Guilford, "The Blade's" news editor, accepted.
It still lacked some minutes of ten o'clock when young Prescott left the morning newspaper office and started briskly homeward.
"I didn't catch that Board-reporting idea a day too soon," the boy told himself, laughing. "Mr. Cantwell was certainly on hand for mischief to-night. But how quickly he made his get-away when he discovered that his culprit was present as a member of the press! I guess Mr. Gadsby must have passed him a strong hint. But I must be careful not to have any malice in the matter. Some evening when Mr. Cantwell does come before the Board with some report I must take pains to give him and his report a nice little notice and ask 'The Blade' folks to be sure to print it. Then—-gracious!"
Utterly startled, Dick heard and saw an ugly brickbat whizz by his head. It came out of the dark alley that the sophomore was passing at that moment. And now came another, aimed straight for his head!
CHAPTER IV
DAVE WARNS TIP SCAMMON
There wasn't time to jump out of the way of that second flying missile.
By an instinct of self-preservation young Prescott, instead of trying to leap out of the way, just collapsed, going down to his knees.
As he sank the missile struck the top of his cap, carrying it from his head.
"Hi! Stop that, you blamed rascal!"