“Did you post it?” he asked.
“Sure!”
“Good.” Dan drew his ticket to New York from a pocket and observed it reflectively. “I guess I won’t want this for a while,” he said. “Guess the money will be more useful.” He followed the agent inside and knocked on the window.
“Well, what is it now?” inquired the official as he slammed the window up.
“I’d like to have you redeem this for me, if you please, sir,” said Dan politely. The agent glared from the ticket to Dan. Then he picked it up and tossed it onto the table.
“All right. Come around in a couple of weeks and you’ll get the money. But if you try any more fool tricks like this on me I’ll go up to school and report you!”
Down crashed the window. Dan viewed Arthur sorrowfully and led the way out of the station. They laughed and chuckled over the episode all the way back to school, and it was only when they parted at the first entrance to Whitson that Dan’s thoughts reverted to more serious matters. Then:
“I guess Hiltz doesn’t know yet that I’m running against him, Thompson. He was much too pleasant to me.”
“No, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t. But he will find out pretty soon; some of the fellows will tell him. Then he will be mad!”
“I guess I can stand it,” replied Dan philosophically. “Anyway, now that I’ve started this thing I’m going to see it through. And I’m going to win out if it’s anyhow possible, Hiltz or no Hiltz!”