"Have the rest of you fellows done as well ?" "I have lost two," confessed Dan Dorman.

"They seem to single me out as easy fruit." "And haven't you made an attempt to get one in return ?" asked Bandy Robinson.
"I haven't had a good chance." "If you wait for a good chance you'll never get a scalp.

You must snatch 'em whenever you can." "By Jove!" laughed Frank, "this talk about scalps has given me an idea." "Let's have it!" exclaimed several of the boys in unison.
"Not now," he said.

"Wait till I have perfected it." Roll Ditson strolled in, smoking a cigarette, and said: "Hello, Merry! Hello, fellows! What's up?
Council of war ?" "Just that," said Dan Dorman.

"Merry is perfecting a scheme to put a horse on Browning." "Eh?
Browning?
Great Scott! Is that so?
He's a bad man to monkey with.
Better let him alone, Merry." Ditson had a patronizing way that was offensive to Frank, who had given him numberless digs; but he was too thick to tumble or he deliberately refused to take Merriwell's words as they were intended.
"You'll have to kick him before he knows he's not wanted," Rattleton had said.
"Thank you for your advice," said Frank, with mild sarcasm--"thank you exceedingly! Perhaps you are right." "Oh, I know I am.