Douglass held up that hand, and discovered that it held a banknote that Henckley had slipped into Douglass' hand as a bribe.
Cadet Douglass calmly tore that banknote in bits and flung it off on the breeze.

The fragments were out of sight in an instant.
Then Douglass coolly knocked the money shark down.
"Come along, fellows," spoke the class president quietly, and turned on his heel.
"Confound you, Mr.Fresh, I'll report this to the superintendent," bellowed Henckley.
"Do!" called Douglass in cool contempt over his shoulder.
Douglass, Durville and Prescott tramped together around to the front of Cullum Hall.
There Douglass again paused to hold out his hand, remarking: "Mr.Prescott, the class meeting is not to be held until Monday evening.

All I am privileged to say is that I think what we have overheard tonight will very materially affect the class action.
I am very grateful to you, my dear sir, for having called us." Durville, too, held out his hand in sign that the past grudge was forgotten so far as he was concerned.
Full of a new happiness, Dick trudged back to cadet barracks.
Finding Greg Holmes in, Prescott imparted the wonderful news.
Greg leaped up delightedly, pumphandling his chum's arm and patting him on the back.
"Come out all right ?" sputtered Holmes.

"Of course it will, and I always knew it would." Meanwhile Cadet Jordan was surveying Henckley with a look of mingled rage, disgust and consternation.
"Now, you've gone and done it, you bull-necked, toad-brained idiot!" cried the elegant Mr.Jordan.
"Why didn't you pay up like a man, and this would never have happened," growled Henckley, rubbing the spot where Douglass had struck him.
"Pay up like a man ?" sneered Jordan.

"Well, this affair has one small, good side to it.