"Say, if he'll only do that!" glowed Dan, his eyes flashing.
"He will," declared Dave Darrin. "Mr. Pollock will do anything, within reason, that Dick asks."
"Now, fellows, if I can put this thing through, we can meet in my room to-morrow afternoon at one o'clock. Pennies come in rolls of fifty each, you know. We'll have to break up the rolls, and make new ones, each containing fifteen pennies."
Dave Darrin stopped where he was, and began to laugh. Tom Reade quickly joined in. The others were grinning.
"Oh, say, just for one look at Prin.'s face, if we can spring that job on him!" chuckled Harry Hazelton.
"We can," announced Dick, gravely. "So go home and enjoy your dinners, fellows. If you want to meet on the same old corner on Main Street, at half-past two to-day, we'll go in a body to 'The Blade' office and learn what Mr. Pollock has to say about our credit."
"Your credit, you mean," corrected Dave.
After dinner Dick & Co. met as agreed. Arrived at "The Blade" office it was decided that Dick Prescott should go in alone to carry on the negotiation. He soon came out again, wearing a satisfied smile and carrying a package under one arm.
"If I'm any good at guessing," suggested Dave, "you put the deal over."
"Mr. Pollock agreed, all right," nodded Dick. "I have fourteen dollars here. He'll let us have the rest to-morrow."