"If the fellow is up to any mischief probably I can prevent it." A cold, biting breeze swept up from the Hudson River below.

It was chilling in the extreme, here at the top of the bluff, but Dick, in his misery, had been proof against weather.
Not so with the stranger.

He stamped his feet and struck his hands against his sides.

Then, after some moments, as though angry at some one within Cullum Hall, the stranger wheeled and shook one clenched fist at the windows overhead.
"Whom has that fellow a grouch against ?" Dick wondered in spite of himself.
Just an instant later he heard a quick step coming around the north end of the building.
A cadet was coming, beyond a doubt, and very likely to meet this impatient or angry stranger.
Prescott had too much honor to play the eavesdropper.

He was just about to step out when the newcomer turned the corner, coming on straight past where Prescott stood in the deep shadow.
The newcomer was a cadet, and that cadet was Mr.Jordan.
"Well, my good fellow, have I kept you waiting long ?" demanded Jordan, just the second after he had stepped past Dick without seeing the latter.
"You could a jumped faster," growled the stranger.