Moreover, Dan we're in the High School, and we're expected to be gentlemen.

Now, does your scheme strike you as just the prank for a lot of gentlemen." "Say, don't look the thing over too closely," protested Dan, more soberly, "or you'll find lots of bad holes in the scheme.

Yet, somehow, we've got to bring it to the attention of the Board that, if they go against High School football, they're real dead ones." "I've just an idea we can do that," spoke Dick Prescott, reflectively.
"We can rig the scheme over, so as to save seven estimable business men from starting out on fools' errands.

And we can drive the lesson home to the Board just as hard---perhaps harder." At these hopeful words from the chief the partners pricked up their ears, then crowded closer.
"In the first place," began Dick, "Dan's scheme---beg your pardon, old fellow---is clumsy, grisly and likely to come back as a club to hit us over the head.

Now, you all know Len Spencer, the 'Morning Blade' reporter.