"I don't believe any plebe ever got through this school without taking his medicine, and I scarcely think you will be able to pull this one through that way.

The fellows are not very fond of pets." "That's all right.

The only thing I ask of you is that you let Davis alone." "Perhaps I will, and perhaps I won't." "You will if you know what is good for you." Again the big fellow glared through the gathering darkness, but Frank met the gaze squarely, and Bascomb's eyes dropped.
"That's all I have to say," came quietly from Frank.

"You may go now, Mr.Davis.

Don't forget you are to receive instructions in making beds after you answer to your name at tattoo." "No, sir, I will not forget," said the little plebe, and, making a salute, he hurried away, glad to escape from Bascomb's clutches.
Frank stood looking straight at his big classmate, who made a pretense of disregarding him.
"You should take warning by what has happened to several of your particular friends, Bascomb," he finally said.