I didn't know what it was he put down, but I'll go and confess my crime now." He sprang up petulantly, but Frank's hand dropped on his arm, and Merriwell quietly said: "Don't go off angry, old man.

You know I don't want you to do anything of the sort.

I will take my medicine when I am orderly, and I know you will do the same when it comes your turn." "Well, I didn't know----" began Bart, in a somewhat sulky manner.
"You ought to know pretty well by this time.

I am not much given to kicking or growling, but I do want to have a sober talk with you, and I hope you will not fire up at anything I say." "All right; go ahead," said Hodge, throwing himself wearily into a chair, and thrusting his hands deep into his pockets.

"I'll listen to your sermon." "It isn't to be a sermon.