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 happened,"
growled Henckley, rubbing the spot where Douglass had struck him.
"Pay up like a man?" sneered Jordan. "Well, this affair has one
small, good side to it. You've got me run out of the cadet corps,
but-----"
"Out of the cadet corps?" screamed Henckley. "Then what becomes
of what you owe me?"
"That's something you'll have to settle to your own satisfaction,"
jeered the dismayed cadet. "I can offer you no help."
Jordan turned on his heel, starting to walk away, when Mr. Henckley
leaped after him, seizing him by the arm.
"See here-----" began the money shark hoarsely.
"Let go of my arm," warned Jordan in a rage, "or I'll hit you
harder than Douglass did.
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