Then Douglass stepped out from the shadow, his face stern and set.
"Perhaps you will want to stop talking, Mr. Jordan," he called.
"Your conversation has not been a private one!"
With the strong wind blowing away from Jordan, that cadet heard
only a rumble of voices. Both he and Henckley, however, caught
sight of the advancing figures.
"Hello! What are you fellows doing here?" demanded the money
lender, with blustering indignation.
"I might ask that question of you, fellow, but I won't, for I
already know," replied Cadet Douglass, fixing his eyes on the
stranger.
"You've been listening to our talk?" demanded Henckley angrily,
while Jordan, after his first gasp of dismay, seemed to shrivel
back against the wall of Cullum Hall.
"Mr. Jordan," continued the class president, facing the dismayed
one in gray uniform, "I don't believe the significance of this
meeting has escaped you?"
"No-o-o," wailed Jordan in misery.
"Now, see here, young fellows, don't you go and blab what you've
been spying on just now," remonstrated Mr. Henckley, a note of
dismay creeping into his tone.
"It can hardly concern you, sir," flashed Cadet Douglass, wheeling
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.
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