Don't yer ever use it 'less yer dead sure yer wants ter break der odder feller's wrist." Then the professor called up a colored boy, who rubbed Bruce down, and the king of the sophomores finally departed.
As he walked back toward his room in the dusk of early evening, Browning began to feel sorry that he had learned the trick at all.
"It would be a dirty game to play on Merriwell," he muttered, "but now that I know it, I may get mad and do it in a huff, especially if I see Merriwell is getting the best of me." The more Browning thought the matter over the greater became his regret that he had learned the trick of breaking an opponent's wrist.

For all that he had a strong feeling against Merriwell, he could see that the leader of the freshmen was square and manly, and he did not believe Frank would take an unfair advantage of a foe.
Bruce became quite unlike his old jovial self.

He was strangely downcast and moody, and he saw that he was fast losing prestige with those who had once regarded him as their leader.
Hartwick, Browning's roommate, was more bitter against Merriwell.
"The confounded upstart!" he would growl.

"Think of his coming here and carrying things on with such a high hand! When we were freshmen the sophomores had everything their own way.

They Lambda Chied us till they became sick of it, and all our attempts to get even proved failures.