Over and over, in a sarcastic way, he repeated Lieutenant Gordan's assertion that such actions were outrageous, and must be stopped, appearing very grave as he did so, but winking slyly to some particular friend.
And Frank noted every fellow to whom Bascomb winked.
The big fellow could not keep his bullying propensities suppressed, and the sight of Fred Davis seemed to arouse him.

Singling out the little plebe, he took a station at the opposite side of the table, observing: "It is really too bad anybody should haze a pretty boy like him.

Look at the tender blue in his eyes, and the delicate pink in his cheeks.
Isn't he just too sweet to live! Oh, the fellows won't do a thing to him here--not a thing!" Fred paid no attention to Bascomb, although the hot blood rushed to his face.
The bully continued: "Before you, gentlemen, masticating his rations, sits a section edition of the late lamented George Washington.

Those who are conversant with history are aware that little George found it impossible to tell a lie.
Evidently Baby has heard of George, and seeks to emulate the Father of his Country, for he also finds it extremely difficult to tell a lie.
Gentlemen, you may, at this very moment, be regarding a future president of the United States.

The thought should overcome you with awe." Bascomb's friends snickered, and the big yearling proceeded to address himself directly to Davis.
"Look here, Baby," he said, "I want you to tell us just what happened to you last night.