A fellow like Ripley will begin to go all to pieces, once he gets it into his head that he has a long and hard job before him." "I'll do my best," Dick promised.

"Hang it, if he hadn't knocked me down so treacherously, I wouldn't care about fighting.

I don't care so much what he _says_.

Fred Ripley's mouth is the weakest part of him." The sophomore was waiting, a sulky frown on his face.

A few feet away Ben Badger, a grim look on his usually good-humored face, leaned against a tree, his arms folded.
Even had he wanted to get away from this, Ripley couldn't have done it.