"He challenged me to punch the bag against him, and I did so, that's all." "You're dead stuck on yourself, Rover," went on Lew Flapp slangily.
"You think you're the only toad in the puddle.

But you ain't, let me tell you that.

As soon as I heard about you, I made up my mind I wouldn't knuckle under to you." "This isn't right!" cried Larry.

"Dick is my friend, and let me say he never asks any cadet to knuckle under to him, unless the cadet did something that wasn't on the level." "That's true! That's true!" came from half a dozen of the students.
"Dick Rover is all right!" "So you're all turning against me, eh ?" burst out Lew Flapp fiercely, his face growing dark with rage.

"I was warned of this before I came here." "Who warned you ?" asked Tom, who had just put in an appearance.
"A gentleman who used to teach here." "What was his name ?" questioned several.
"Mr.Jasper Grinder.