No more little lunches here--no more games of penny ante." "It's a howling shame!" exploded a third.

"It makes me feel grouchy." "I move we strangle Diamond," suggested the first speaker.
"It seems that that is the only way to keep his tongue still," dolefully groaned a tall chap.

"This is a big horse on us." "That's what," sighed a boy with a face like a girl's.

"The whole business puts me in a blue funk." Then they stood and stared silently at each other through the eyeholes in their masks, and not one of them was able to propose anything practicable.
The rest of the assembled sophomores seemed in quite as bad a plight, and some of them were inclined to indulge in profanity, which, although it relieved their feelings for the moment, did not suggest any way out of the scrape.
At this point Merriwell spoke up, addressing Diamond.
"Look here, old man," he said in a friendly way, "you've only taken the same dose they gave me.

It's nothing when you get used to it." Diamond gave him a contemptuous look, but did not speak.
"Now, I don't propose to make a fuss about this little joke," Frank went on.