"Well, it doesn't make any difference about that; you'll bring it, whether you want to or not. If you don't, I will——"
"What will you do in that case, Bascomb?" quietly asked Frank, as he stepped lightly and quickly into the tent, and confronted the big cadet, who was towering over Fred Davis in a threatening attitude.
Bascomb recoiled, with a muttered exclamation of dismay.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
SPORT WITH A PLEBE.
"Merriwell——!"
Bascomb's face showed he was little pleased by the appearance of Frank.
"I believe you were about to tell Mr. Davis what you would do in case he declined to bring a bucket of water for you, sir," said the yearling with chevrons. "Pray, proceed!"
"This—this is an intrusion!" grated Bascomb.