The boys would tar and feather you." Bascomb stopped and showed his yellow teeth, while he trembled slightly with anger.
"So that's your trick!" he said, growlingly.
"Yes, that's my trick; and if you blow on Merriwell, I will play the card.

You made a big mistake in taking me for a sneak just because I didn't happen to like a fellow who is popular.

Get out now, and don't come round me again! I don't belong to your class, and I don't want to have anything to do with you.

Get!" Bascomb hesitated, longing to strike Rains, but not daring to do so.
Slowly he moved toward the door, where he paused to growl: "This is all right! I will get square with you some time.

If you blow on me, I will pound the life out of you!" Then he went out Rains had shown his manhood..