"Come off the dump!" "Of course he can't!" added Diamond.
"There are no dead-sure things," droned Dismal.

"I've been enticed into squandering good dollars on several dead-sure things.

I've got more sense and less dollars." "Wait and see!" sputtered Rattleton.
"Who is to shoot first ?" Badger asked, walking toward Merriwell's crowd.
Badger had noticed the character of the fellows who had gathered round him, and he was nettled.

On the outskirts he even saw the face of Donald Pike--once his friend, now hated by him as a foe.
"Suit yourself," Merriwell answered.
"We'll flip a coin," said Badger.
One of the sophomores drew out a half-dollar and twirled it in the air.
"I'll take heads!" said Merry.
But the head of the coin fell downward, and Badger, taking the gun given him, walked out to the line and faced the traps.
"We will have no signaling," he said, turning round and facing Merriwell's crowd.

"As we step up here, let the traps be sprung, and we'll shoot at the birds, whether ready or not." He was supremely confident in his own abilities.
"All right.