Afterwards he set out for the High School building, in which the Board had its offices.
Nor did his courage fail him until he had turned in through the gate.
A young man, whistling blithely, came in behind him.

It was Dick Prescott, erect of carriage, and brisk and strong of stride, as becomes a young athlete whose conscience is clear and wholesome.
"Hullo, Prescott, what are you doing around here to-night ?" hailed Drayne.
But Dick seemed not to have heard.

Not a note did he drop in the tune that he was whistling.

Springing up the steps ahead, Dick vanished behind the big door.
"Oh, of course he goes here to-night," thought Phin, with sudden disgust.

"Prescott scribbles for 'The Blade' and the Board of Education is one of his stunts each week.".