"I am perfectly calm!" he roared, tearing up and down the room.

"I never was calmer in all my life!" "You look it!" came in an amused manner from Frank's lips.

"You are so very calm that it is absolutely soothing and restful to the nerves to observe you!" Harry stopped short before Frank, thrust his hands deep into his pockets, hunched his shoulders, thrust his head forward, and glared fiercely into Merriwell's face.
"There are times when it positively is a crime not to swear," he hoarsely said.

"It seems to me that this is one of the times.

If you will cuss a little it will relieve my feelings immensely." "Why don't you swear ?" laughed Frank.
"Why don't I?
Poly hoker--no, holy poker! I have been swearing all the way from Cambridge to New Haven, and I have completely run out of profanity." "Well, I think you have done enough for both of us." "Oh, indeed! Well, that is hard of me! I came in here expecting to find you breaking the furniture, and you are as calm and serene as a summer's morning.