He sometimes declared that he was a sophomore of the sophomores, but there were a number of sophomores with whom he could not and would not mix.
His seat was now close to the one occupied by Agnew, though somewhat in front of it, and he had the unpleasant feeling that a hole was being bored through the back of his head by Agnew's eyes.

When the conductor of the examination looked down that way Badger could not tell whether the professor's gaze was fixed on him or on Agnew.

Professor Barton had fiercely penetrating eyes, anyway, and the peculiar manner in which he looked at students in the classroom had always been especially irritating to the Kansan.
Printed questions were used, and Badger found some of them pretty hard.
"I wish Barton wouldn't look me through and through!" he muttered, noticing again and again that the professor's eyes were fixed on him.
"It makes me feel like a cat under the paw of a mouse, or a calf watched by a coyote.

I allow there are things pleasanter than Barton's eyes." But Barton continued to look down that way.
"Is he watching me, or is he watching Agnew ?" Badger grumbled, as he dug away at the work cut out for him.

"Hanged if I can tell.