Wat felt sure that he would receive a severe drubbing at the hands of the dark-haired boy whom he had angered, and the thoughts of such punishment filled his soul with horror.
"I can't fight him--it's no use, I can't!" he told himself over and over.

"He is a turn-coat, anyway! He did not pretend to be so conscientious till after he got thick with Merriwell.

Oh, Merriwell is really the one who is at the bottom of all the trouble I have had in this school, and I hate him worse than I do Hodge.
"I'd like to get hold of that ring.

Jupiter! seventy-five dollars is a price to pay for an old ring like that, but it's what that strange man in black offered me to secure it for him.

There's something mighty mysterious about that ring.