upon the money shark. "Yet I suppose it does, too. For now I
do not see how Mr. Jordan can hope to remain at the Military Academy.
That, I suppose, may possibly affect your security for the money
which, I take it, Mr. Jordan has borrowed from you."

"But you won't blab, and have him kicked out?" coaxed Mr. Henckley,
his voice now wholly wheedling.

"What the cadets may see fit to do for their own protection is hardly
a matter that can be discussed with you, sir," returned Douglass
coldly.

"Oh, now see here, there are ways and ways," spoke Henckley in
a wheedling tone. "Let's all be friendly."

Before Douglass could guess what was happening the money shark
had pressed a hand against the cadet's. With an impatient gesture
Douglass shook his own hand free. But something like paper remained
in his palm. Douglass held up that hand, and discovered that it held
a banknote that Henckley had slipped into Douglass' hand as a bribe.

Cadet Douglass calmly tore that banknote in bits and flung it
off on the breeze. The fragments were out of sight in an instant.
Then Douglass coolly knocked the money shark down.

"Come along, fellows," spoke the class president quietly, and
turned on his heel.

"Confound you, Mr. Fresh, I'll report this to the superintendent,"
bellowed Henckley.

"Do!" called Douglass in cool contempt over his shoulder.

Douglass, Durville and Prescott tramped together around to the
front of Cullum Hall.

There Douglass again paused to hold out his hand, remarking:

"Mr. Prescott, the class meeting is not to be held until Monday
evening. All I am privileged to say is that I think what we have
overheard tonight will very materially affect the class action.
I am very grateful to you, my dear sir, for having called us."

Durville, too, held out his hand in sign that the past grudge was
forgotten so far as he was concerned.

Full of a new happiness, Dick trudged back to cadet barracks.
Finding Greg Holmes in, Prescott imparted the wonderful news.

Greg leaped up delightedly, pumphandling his chum's arm and patting
him on the back.

"Come out all right?" sputtered Holmes. "Of course it will, and
I always knew it would."

Meanwhile Cadet Jordan was surveying Henckley with a look of mingled
rage, disgust and consternation.

"Now, you've gone and done it, you bull-necked, toad-brained idiot!"
cried the elegant Mr. Jordan.

"Why didn't you pay up like a man, and this would never have happene