One of the fraternal seniors sat with sweltering Ramsey; and the latter, as his time relentlessly came nearer, made a last miserable squirm.
"Look here, Brother Colburn, I got to get out o' here." "No, you don't, young fellow." "Yes, I do!" Ramsey whispered, passionately.

"Honest, I do.

Honest, Brother Colburn, I got to get a drink of water.

I _got_ to!" "No.

You can't." "Honest, Colburn, I _got_--" "Hush!" Ramsey grunted feebly, and cast his dilating eyes along the rows of faces.