The fellows will do you, and do you dirty, before your first year is up." "Such threats do not frighten me," haughtily flung back the lad from Virginia.

"I know this was a put-up job, and Bruce Browning was in it.
He got us to come here.

Frank Merriwell knew something about it, or he'd never been so ready to come.

And I know you, too, Tad Horner." The little fellow fell back a step, and then, with a sudden angry impulse, he tore off his mask, showing a flushed, chubby, boyish face, from which a pair of great blue eyes flashed at Diamond.
"Well, I am Tad Horner!" he cried, "and I'm not ashamed of it! If you want to throw me down, go ahead.

It will be a low, dirty trick, and will show the kind of big stuff you are!" The masked lads were surprised, for Tad had never exhibited such spirit before.