"Yes, I remember," laughed Dick.
"Now, we couldn't have held that mob when school let out," pursued Dan. "And now it's too late. But say, if the Prin. had only sprung that on us before recess——-"
"Well, suppose he had?" interrupted Greg Holmes, a trifle impatiently.
"Why, then," retorted Dan, mournfully, "we could have passed word around, at recess, to have everybody bring just what the Prin. called for—-pennies!"
"Hm!" grinned Dave Darrin, who was never slow to see the point of anything. "Then you had a vision of the unpopular Prin. being swamped under a deluge of pennies—-plain, individual little copper cents?"
"That's it!" agreed Dan. "But now, we won't see more than a few before we go to school again Monday. Oh—-wow! What a chance that takes away from us. Just imagine the Prin. industriously counting away at thousands of pennies, and a long line of boy and girl students in line, each one waiting to pass him another handful of pennies! Say, can you see the Prin.—-just turning white and muttering to himself? But there's no chance to get the word around, now!"
"We don't need to get the word around," smiled Dick. "If we passed the word around, it might get to the Prin.'s ears before Monday, and he'd hatch up some way to head us off."
"If you can see how to work the trick at this late hour, you can see further than I can," muttered Dan, rather enviously.
"Oh, Dick has the scheme hatching, or he wouldn't talk about it," declared Dave Darrin, confidently.
"Why, if all you want is to send the whole student body on Monday morning, each with fifteen copper cents to hand the Prin., that can be fixed up easily enough," Dick pronounced, judicially.