"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: