py first, would you?" Melville
suggested.

"No, siree! That'll be the fun. They must go it blind. We'll make the
whole thing as spooky and mysterious as we can. Nobody shall know what
he is going to eat. It will be twice the sport."

"But suppose after you've collected all your money you find you can't
get any one to print the paper?"

"We'll have to take a chance," replied Paul instantly. "If worst comes
to worst we can give the money back again. But I shan't figure on doing
that. We'll win out, Cart; don't you worry."

[Illustration: "_The March Hare!_" he repeated with enthusiasm. "You've
hit it, Cart!" _Page 10_.]

"Bully for you, old man! You sure are a sport. Nothing like selling
something that doesn't even exist! I see you years hence on Wall Street,
peddling nebulous gold mines and watered stocks."

"Oh, shut up, can't you!" laughed Paul good-naturedly. "Quit your
joshing! I'm serious. You've got to help me, too. You must start in
landing subscriptions to-morrow."

"I! I go around rooting for your _March Hare_ when I know that not a
line of it has seen printer's ink!" sniffed Melville.

"Sure!"

Melville grinned.

"Well, you have a nerve!" he affirmed.

"You're going to do it just the same, Cart."

There was a compelling, magnetic quality in Paul Cameron which had won
for him his leadership at school; it came to his aid in the present
instance.

Melville looked for a second into his chum's face and then smiled.

"All right," he answered. "I'm with you, Kipper. We'll see what we can
do toward fooling the public."

"I don't mean to fool them," Paul retorted. "I'm in dead earnest. I mean
to get out a good school paper that shall be worth the money people pay
for it. There shall be no fake about it. To-morrow I shall call a class
meeting and we'll elect an editorial staff--editor-in-chief, publicity
committee, board of managers, and all the proper dignitaries. Then we'll
get right down to work."

Melville regarded his friend with undisguised admiration.

"You'll make it a go, Kip!" he cried. "I feel it in my bones now. Hurrah
for the _March Hare_! I can hear the shekels chinking into our pockets
this minute. Put me down for the first subscription. I'll break the
ginger-ale bottle over the treasury."

"Shall it be a dollar, a dollar and a quarter, or an out and out
one-fifty?"

"Oh, put it at one-fifty. We're all millionaires and we may as well go
in big while we're at it. What is one-fifty