As he stood there Dick saw the figure of a man flit, by him. The
stranger was dressed in citizen's clothes. There was nothing
suspicions in that, since there is no law to prevent citizens
from visiting the Military Academy. But there was something stealthy
about this stranger's movements.
"It is a 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.
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