He could not breathe, and his brain began to reel.
"Give in ?" Frank asked.
"Don't k-k-k-ill me!" Pike gasped, as the grip on his throat relaxed.
"You deserve it, you scoundrel!" Frank took his knee from Pike's breast, removed the choking hand, and flung Pike from him.
"Now get up!" he commanded.

"Get up before I am tempted to kick you across the campus!" Pike shuffled and evaded, as his breath came back.
"I thought you were Badger, and I was just playing a little joke on you!" he whined.
"Get up!" Frank exclaimed.
Pike struggled up, and Merriwell jerked him toward the nearest light.

He saw the "make-up," and recognized the clothes as some he had seen on the Kansan.
"What were you up to ?" he demanded, with threatening emphasis.

He saw forms moving in the campus, and he did not want to tarry with Pike.
"Just a little sport!" Pike whined.

He was completely crushed.
"You lie, Donald Pike! You had some object.