"Slick?" queried Jordan, with a sneer. "Well, it wasn't altogether that. There was a good bit of luck in the whole job, too, but Prescott is in Coventry, and there he'll stick, too. He'll be away from here inside of two or three days more."
"How did you manage to do it?" asked the stranger, concealing his anxiety to have Jordan tell the story.
CHAPTER XIV
THE STORY CARRIED ON THE WIND
"Oh, I fixed it all right," insisted Jordan confidently.
He was speaking in a rather low tone, but the breeze carried every word to the ears of the listeners.
"You're talking just to hear yourself talking," sneered the stranger coarsely.
"No; I'm not, Henckley," retorted the cadet.
"What was the trick, then?"
"Don't you wish you knew?" laughed Jordan.