"You'll pull through, Phin, old boy." "I am sorry to say, Mr.Drayne, that the evidence appears to be against you," declared the chairman slowly.
"It may, sir," returned the boy, "but it isn't conclusive evidence." "Have you anything more to say, Mr.Morton ?" asked the chairman, looking at the submaster.
"Plenty, Mr.Chairman, if the Board will listen to me." "Proceed, Mr.Morton." The football coach thereupon launched into a swiftly spoken tirade against the "brand of coward and sneak" who would betray his school in such a fashion.

Without naming Phin, Mr.Morton analyzed the motives and the character of such a sneak, and he did it mercilessly, although in the most parliamentary language.

Nor did he look toward the boy, but Phin was squirming under the lash, his face alternately red or ghastly.
"For such a scoundrel," continued Mr.Morton, "there is no hope greater than the penitentiary! He is fit for nothing else.

Such a traitor would betray his best friend, or his country.

Such a sneak would be dead to all feelings of generosity.