The orders of the ringleader were obeyed. Tom and Jack could not tell who their captors were.
“I say, Tom, shall we fight ’em?” asked Jack, always ready for a battle.
“No, what’s the use—in here?” asked Tom significantly.
“Ha! Scrappers, eh?” remarked another Sophomore. “You’re the kind we’re looking for!”
“And maybe you’ll get more than you want!” exclaimed Tom. Neither he nor Jack resisted as they were led forth. It was a sort of unwritten rule that no fighting against the hazers should take place in the dormitories, as property was likely to be damaged.
“Wait until we get in the open!” whispered Tom to Jack, as they were being led down stairs. “Then we’ll upset ’em if we can, and run. They don’t look to be very husky.”
“That’s right,” agreed Tom’s chum.
“Ha! No plotting!” cried the ringleader, giving Tom a dig in the ribs.
“I’ll give you that back with interest when I get the chance,” murmured our hero.
Other parties of hazers made their appearance in the corridor, some leading Bert Wilson and George Abbot.