"I'm going to have a fit.

Oh, wow! Dick, just think of that poor b.j.lamb falling into the hands of the yearlings! What'll they ever do with him ?" "Greg, it has been hard enough on us to get used to the new ways at West Point.

But we'll never mind anything during the rest of our plebedom.

No matter what happens to us we'll just remember how much more is bound to happen to pompous old Dodge." Dick returned to his table, picking up his text-book on French.
Greg honestly tried to study, but every other minute he simply had to stop to laugh at the thought of Bert and his pompous ways.
Finally, when he could restrain himself no longer, Greg broke forth: "Dick, old ramrod, no matter what happens to me, now I can stand it by thinking of Bert Dodge being here!" "I hope he doesn't start his old tactics of making trouble," muttered Cadet Prescott.
"If he does, he'll have most of the trouble in his own possession," grinned Greg.

"West Point is a place where manliness has the only real show." "Yes, but a sneak can make an awful lot of trouble," sighed Dick.
"Not that I mean to call Dodge a sneak, though.