"Yet I suppose it does, too.

For now I do not see how Mr.Jordan can hope to remain at the Military Academy.
That, I suppose, may possibly affect your security for the money which, I take it, Mr.Jordan has borrowed from you." "But you won't blab, and have him kicked out ?" coaxed Mr.Henckley, his voice now wholly wheedling.
"What the cadets may see fit to do for their own protection is hardly a matter that can be discussed with you, sir," returned Douglass coldly.
"Oh, now see here, there are ways and ways," spoke Henckley in a wheedling tone.

"Let's all be friendly." Before Douglass could guess what was happening the money shark had pressed a hand against the cadet's.

With an impatient gesture Douglass shook his own hand free.

But something like paper remained in his palm.