wonder he didn't see me," mused Dick. "He went by within
eight feet of me."

Dick was about to make his presence known by stepping out into sight,
when the stranger halted.

"Perhaps it may be as well not to show myself just yet," flashed
through Prescott's mind. "If the fellow is up to any mischief
probably I can prevent it."

A cold, biting breeze swept up from the Hudson River below. It
was chilling in the extreme, here at the top of the bluff, but
Dick, in his misery, had been proof against weather.

Not so with the stranger. He stamped his feet and struck his
hands against his sides. Then, after some moments, as though
angry at some one within Cullum Hall, the stranger wheeled and
shook one clenched fist at the windows overhead.

"Whom has that fellow a grouch against?" Dick wondered in spite
of himself.

Just an instant later he heard a quick step coming around the north
end of the building.

A cadet was coming, beyond a doubt, and very likely to meet this
impatient or angry stranger.

Prescott had too much honor to play the eavesdropper. He was
just about to step out when the newcomer turned the corner, coming
on straight past where Prescott stood in the deep shadow.

The newcomer was a cadet, and that cadet was Mr. Jordan.

"Well, my good fellow, have I kept you waiting long?" demanded
Jordan, just the second after he had stepped past Dick without
seeing the latter.

"You could a jumped faster," growled the stranger. "With all
I know against you, Jordan, it will pay you to nurse my good feeling
a little harder."

"Why, what's the matter with you now?" demanded Jordan more seriously.

Somehow, Dick could not pull himself away just then.

"Have you brought me some of that money you owe me?" demanded the
stranger gruffly.

"Now, you know I can't, before graduation day," pleaded Jordan
whiningly.

"And I know that, when graduation day comes, you'll tell me that
every dollar you had in the world had to go into uniforms," snapped
the stranger. "I'll tell you what I do know about you, Jordan,
my boy. I know that if you don't find the money, turn it over
and get back my note, you'll never graduate! Cadets can't borrow
money on their notes; it's against the regulations. If it was
known that you had borrowed five hundred dollars of me already,
and that you were defaulting on principal and interest, too-----"

"It wasn't five hundred," broke in Jordan nervously. "It was
just two hundred