Innumerable as were the stories of his brutalities to the smallest "squeakers" and of his cruel practical jokes on new boys, there were no stories of his fighting, such as there were about Ormond Delorme, of Dam's form, whose habit it was to implore bigger boys of their courtesy to fight him, and to trail his coat where there were "chaws" about.
"I'm going to torture you, Funky.

Every day you must come to me and _beg_ me to do it.

If you don't come and pray for it I'll come to _you_ and you'll get it double and treble.

If you sneak you'll get it quadru--er--quadrupedal--and also be known as Sneaky as well as Funky.
See ?" he continued.
"How will you torture me, Harberth, please ?" asked Dam meekly, as he measured the other with his eye, noted his puffiness, short reach, and inward tendency of knee.
"Oh! lots of ways," was the reply.

"Dry shaves, tweaks, scalpers, twisters, choko, tappers, digs, benders, shinners, windos, all sorts." "I don't even know what they are," moaned Dam.
"Poor Kid!" sympathized the bully, "you soon will, though.