His lip quivered, and he begged, brokenly: "Darrin, show a little mercy.

Would you care to be kicked out of the Academy ?" "Not any more than Dalzell would have liked it," replied Dave dryly.
"Then you must realize that it would spoil my life, too." "Mr.Brimmer," retorted Darrin sternly, "it is no longer a question of what your feelings in the matter may be.

The plain fact is that you are not a gentlemen--not honorable.

You are not fit to be the comrade of gentlemen.

You are a profanation of the uniform of the United States.