"We suspected Haverford, of the first class, of that, because Jessup, on guard, challenged Haverford when Haverford was trying to run the guard after taps." "Haverford nothing," retorted Furlong.

"He's above such jobs.
No, sir! This afternoon Jessup ran plumb into Mr.Ellis when that little beast bunkie of the other beast, Mr.Briggs, was just in the act of dropping soft soap into the shoes that Aldrich will wear to dress parade today.
"Where on earth did Mr.Ellis get hold of soft soap ?" demanded Prescott, raising himself on one elbow.
"You're entirely missing the problem, old ramrod!" grunted Furlong wrathfully.

"The question is, how can we possibly soak such habits out of Mr.Ellis and Mr.Briggs ?" "Perhaps it can't be done," suggested Dick.
"It must be done!" uttered Furlong savagely.
"Well, I can't think of any yearling better suited to the task that you are, Milesy!" "One man?
or one tentful, isn't equal to any such gigantic piece of work!" retorted Furlong.

"Ramrod, you've got to appoint a class committee to take these two baboons in hand.

It ought to be done this very night, too.