He almost hated the ground on which Badger's shadow fell.

It seemed unlikely that Frank could ever reconcile these two antagonistic characters.
Bart was sore also about the way Frank's friends were treating him.

Nor was the feeling lessened by his own inner conviction that he had dealt rather shabbily with one who had been as true a friend to him as Merry had been, and that the other members of the "flock" had good grounds for looking on him with disfavor.
"I shall never crawl on my knees for the friendship and good-will of any of them!" was his thought, as he turned a corner on his way to the lighted campus, on the evening of the second day after the shooting.
"And as for Badger----" He ran violently against a man and was hurled backward.

The man was Badger.
"What do you mean by that ?" the Westerner demanded, for he, also, had been almost knocked from his feet, and he, too, had been feeding his hot anger with inflammatory thoughts against Bart.

"You did that on purpose!" Hodge lunged at the Kansan's face.