You are your own master, sir---and your own provider! Now, go---and never again let any of your family hear from the scoundrel who has disgraced us all." Vainly Bert opened his mouth, trying to speak.

The words would not come.

His father again advancing threateningly, Bert edged towards the door.
"This looks like your fun, as it is your work, Dick Prescott!" snarled the wretch.

"Wait! If it takes me ten years I'll make you suffer for this!" Crash! Mr.Dodge had again raised his cane to strike the young man.

But Bert had pulled open the door, closing it after him as he fled, and only the plate-glass panel stopped the fall of the cane.
"I'll pay for the damage done to your door Griffin," promised the banker.
"Don't worry about that, sir," nodded the attorney.
"I feel that we've been here long enough, gentlemen," broke in Cadet Prescott, as he and Greg rose.