Then he did not speak, but he nodded.
"Thank you, Durville! Be quick---and stealthy! Let me guide you." Class President Douglass stood in the shadow.

He heard Jordan's own tongue telling the stranger the familiar story of how he, Jordan, had been reported for indolence in the bridge construction work.
"I had to get square," Jordan was continuing, just as Dick piloted Durville within hearing.
"And you think you did it slickly, I suppose ?" jeered the stranger.
Though Jordan did not seem to suspect it, the stranger was seeking this information as another blackmailing club to hold over Jordan's head.
"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..