I am room orderly this week, and am going to have things kept straight, for I can't afford to take any more demerit.

My record is bad enough as it stands." So, with a little grumbling, Wat went about and restored to order the things he had disarranged, but he could not help thinking how often, when he was room orderly, he had been obliged to follow Gage about, and gather up things he had displaced.
"What's the matter ?" repeated Leslie, who suspected the truth.

"You don't seem to feel well, old boy." "Oh, it's nothing," replied Wat.

"I was thinking of last night." "And raising all this row because you happened to drop a dollar.

Why, that's the run of the cards." "Oh, it wasn't what I lost that made me mad." "Then what was it ?" "Why, I was thinking that that fellow Merriwell won." "And I presume you were thinking how he won the last pot, eh ?" "Yes"-- sullenly.
"You don't love Merriwell a great deal ?" "I should say not! I despise the fellow!" "And you'd like to get square ?" "Wouldn't I!" "I suppose you mean to do so ?" "If I ever get the chance--yes." "I fancy you are aware that I am not dead stuck on Merriwell myself ?" "Yes, I know." "I have an old score to settle with him, and I will settle it some way.
I failed in one or two attempts to do him up, for----" "You were altogether too bold, partner mine; and it's a wonder you were not expelled from the academy.