But I also made up my mind---and it still my mind---that I'd go very slow, indeed, in passing the torment on to the plebes who followed me." Dick spoke so seriously that there was an awkward pause.
"I don't want you to think that I'm going to set up as a yearling saint," Dick added.

"I don't mean to say that I may not put a single plebe through any kind of pace.

What I do mean is that I shall go very slowly indeed in annoying any plebe.

I shan't do it, probably, unless I note a case of such utter b.j.-ety that I feel bound to bring the plebe quickly to his senses." "You cast a gloom over us," muttered Furlong.

"So far we haven't done any hazing.