The cadets looked on in wonder, Lew Flapp staring angrily at the performance.
"Wonderful!" "I didn't know Dick Rover could do such punching!" "Say, Flapp, you'll have to get up early in the morning to beat that." "Oh, you shut your mouth!" retorted Lew Flapp angrily.

"I can do ten times better, if I want to." "Let us see you." "I--I--I'm in no condition to go ahead just now.

Remember, I was punching the bag for an hour before Rover got here." "How can that be, when all of us just came from the mess hall ?" questioned Larry.
"He's trying to sneak out of the trial," said a voice in the rear of the crowd.
"I'll sneak you!" roared Lew Flap, in a rage.

"I want you all to know that I ain't afraid of Dick Rover, or anybody else." "Do you want the trial to continue ?" questioned Dick, in an even tone.
"Didn't I just say I was tired out?
But I'll show you what I can do some time," blustered Lew Flapp.
"Oh; all right." "You needn't think you're king-pin of the punching bag," went on the tall boy, who had lost control of his temper because of the exhibition.
"Thank you, Flapp, what I think and what I don't think isn't any of your business." "Pooh! I've heard about you and your two brothers, Dick Rover.

They tell all sorts of stories about you, but I don't believe the half of them." "Come, come, what's the use of quarreling," put in Larry pleasantly.
"I'm sure I don't want to quarrel," answered Dick.