Are you going to let a little thing like last night break you up ?" Frank got up wearily and stiffly.
"I didn't sleep well," he said.
He was quite unlike his usual spirited self.
"Get a brace on," urged Bart.

"You want to be on hand at roll-call." Finding it was necessary to "get a brace on," Frank did so, and was able to leave the room in time to go rushing down the stairway and spring into ranks at the last second.
After breakfast, as Bart was sprucing up the room, and Frank was vainly trying to prepare himself for the first recitation, but simply sat staring in a bewildered way at the book he held, the former said: "You don't know what a slick trick you did last night, Merriwell! Why, I'd given almost anything if I had been the one to soak Snell in that fashion." Frank put down the book, and rose to his feet, pacing twice the length of the room.

All at once he stopped and faced Bart, and his voice was not steady, as he said: "You didn't mean any harm, old man, but you did me a bad turn last night." Bart stared, and asked: "How ?" "By taking me where I could sit into a game like that.

I am going to tell you something.

I have one great failing--one terrible fault that quite overshadows all my other failings and faults.