Mr.Atterbury, of the first class," responded Jordan, giving the name of his former roommate at a venture.
"Very good, sir," replied the watchman, and passed on.
Mr.Atterbury, however, at that very moment, chanced to be standing on the further side of a tree not far distant, and with him were two other first classmen.
"Who is that fellow ?" queried Atterbury in a low whisper.

"I've seen him around here before this, and his voice sounds mighty familiar." The passing watchman heard the question, so he answered: "He says he is your cousin, sir!" "He is not my cousin," replied Atterbury with strange sternness.
"And, since the fellow is here in disguise, it ought to be our business to ask him some questions.

Come on, fellows!" Atterbury strode out of the shadow, followed just a second later by "Durry" and "Doug." The prowler's first instinct was to run, but he dare not; that would proclaim guilt.
"See here, sir," demanded Atterbury, striding straight up to the stoop-shouldered, bewhiskered one, "your name is Jordan, isn't it ?" "No!" lied the wretch, in a voice that he strove to disguise.
"Yes, it is," insisted Atterbury.

"Rooming with you nearly four years, I can't be fooled with any suddenly pickled voice.

Jordan, what are you doing here in disguise ?" "I don't know that my presence here is any of your business," growled the ex-cadet.
"Yes; it is," insisted Atterbury.