CHAPTER III.
THE BLOW.
There was a sudden hush.

The students saw that Diamond was really revengeful, and his words seemed to indicate that he intended to report any one whose identity he discovered.
The Virginian was pale and he trembled with anger.
"You don't mean to say that you will blow, do you ?" asked one.
"That's exactly what I do mean, sir!" came resolutely from the lips of the infuriated freshman.

"I am a gentleman and the son of a gentleman, and I'll never stand it to be treated like a cur.

Hazing is said to be no longer tolerated here, and an investigation is certain to follow my report of this affair." A little fellow stepped out.
"You claim to be a gentleman," he said, distinctly, "but you will prove yourself a cad if you peach." "I had rather be a cad than a ruffian, sir!" "If you were a gentleman you would take your medicine like a gentleman.
You'd never squeal." "You fellows are the ones who are squealing now, for you see you have been imposing on the wrong man." "Man!" shot back the little fellow, contemptuously.

"There's not much man about a chap that blows when he is hazed a little." "A little! a little! Is this what you call a little ?" "Oh, this is nothing.