“Now you stop that!” exclaimed Will with considerable spirit.
“What’s that! Hark to him talking back to us!” exclaimed Pud. “Now you’ll have to bow again,” and once more he punched the new boy.
“Please let me alone!” cried Will. “I haven’t done anything to you.”
“No, but you might,” spoke Snaith. “Have you been hazed yet?”
“Of course he hasn’t,” added Glen. “He came in late, and he hasn’t been initiated. I guess it’s time to do it.”
“Sure it is,” agreed the bully with a grin. “Let’s see—we’ll give him the water cure.”
“That’s it! Toss him in the lake and watch him swim out!” added Pud. “Come on, Glen, catch hold!”
“Oh, no! Please don’t!” begged Will.
“Aw, dry up! What you howling about?” asked Pud. “Every new boy has to be hazed, and you’re getting off easy. A bath will do you good. Let’s take him down to the float. It’s real deep there.”