He made his way out in the throng, undetected.

He returned to the costumer's, got off his sneaking garb and donned his own clothing, then slipped away out through a back door that opened on an alleyway.
Not until Sunday afternoon did Drayne yield to the desire to get out of doors.

His training life had made outer air a necessity to him, so he yielded to the desire.

But he kept to back streets.
Just as luck would have it, Drayne came suddenly face to face with Dr.Thornton.
The good old principal had a fixed belief which followed the practice of American law, to the effect that every accused man is innocent until he has been proved guilty.
In addition, the doctor had recovered a good deal from his first depression.

Therefore he was able to meet this offending pupil as he would want to under the circumstances.
"Good afternoon, Mr.Drayne," was Dr.Thornton's courteous greeting.
"It is beautiful; weather to be out, isn't it ?" "It is a perfect day, sir," Drayne replied.
Once he had gotten past the principal the young wretch gave way to his exultation.
"No charge has been made, then," he told himself gloatingly.
"If I had been denounced, the Prin.