I'll have you put through the courts, too, and sent to jail.

Then, when you get out of jail, you can find out what your high and mighty West Point friends think of that!" Dodge finished with a harsh, sneering laugh, then turned on his heel.
"The cheap skate!" muttered Greg, looking after the retreating fellow.

"Humph! I'd like to see him make any trouble for us!" "He may try it," muttered Prescott, gazing thoughtfully after their ancient enemy.
"How ?" demanded Greg.

"We don't think him worth talking about among decent people, so we'll give him not the slightest chance to make any trouble." "We won't give Dodge any real cause, of course," nodded Dick gravely.
"But a scoundrel like Dodge doesn't need real cause.

That young man has altogether more spending money than is good for his morals.
Why, with his money, Greg, Dodge would know how to find people, apparently respectable, who would be willing to accept a price for perjuring themselves." "Humph!" uttered Greg.
"If Dodge could get such testimony, and his perjurers would stick to their yarns," continued Dick, "then the young scoundrel might be actually able to carry out his threats." "He wouldn't dare!" "If it were anything high-minded and dangerous, Dodge wouldn't dare," admitted Dick.