"And you'll give us an account, too, or we'll lay hold of you and turn you over to some one official." At that threat Jordan turned to bolt.

As he did so, three cadets sprang after him.

At the third or fourth bound they had hold of him and bore him, fighting, to the earth.
Even now Jordan used his splendid physique and strength in a determined, bitter struggle.
But "Durry" helped turn the fellow over, face down, and then all three sat on their catch.
"Doug," however, felt something hard.

Leaping up, he made a quick search, then drew from Jordan's hip pocket a length of lead pipe wrapped in red flannel.
"Ye gods of war," gasped Douglass, "what sort of weapon is this for a former gentleman to carry ?" "Let me up," pleaded Jordan, "and I'll make a quick hike!" "Don't you let him up, fellows," warned Douglass.

"Now, whom did Jordan seek with an implement like this?
There could be but one of our men---Prescott." "Have you anything to say, Jordan ?" demanded Atterbury.
"Not a blessed word," growled Jordan, no longer attempting to disguise his voice.
"Then we have," returned "Doug." "But you two fellows hold him until I come back." Douglass ran over to the cliff, then, with a mighty throw, hurled the bar of lead out into the Hudson, far below.