"It is rather remarkable that you should get things mixed in such a manner." "I am not feeling well, professor, not at all." And it was apparent to Frank that Harry told the truth.
"You are not looking well," came somewhat sarcastically from Professor Such's lips.

"Your countenance has a strangely mottled hue." "It comes from Injun jestion," explained Merriwell, coming to his roommate's relief.
"Eh?
From what, sir." "From indigestion," said Frank, very soberly.

"He is much troubled that way." "Much troubled! much troubled!" exclaimed the professor, whose ear had been offended and who immediately turned his attention on Frank.

"I advise you to be somewhat more choice and careful of your language, young man.

There is a right and a wrong use of words." Just then the chapel bell clanged, and the professor exclaimed: "Bless me! we'll be late if we're not careful!" Away he hurried.
Frank and Harry followed him, and as they went along Harry expressed his feelings forcibly and violently.
"How dare you howl before me ?" laughed Frank.
"Excuse me," said Rattleton.