"There's a meeting next week," said Jack Sanderson. "I guess things will hum from then on."
"Good!" exclaimed Andy. "I say, let's do something. It's early yet. Let's go out and haze a couple of Freshmen."
"Oh, cut that out!" advised Frank. "Haven't we hazed about all of 'em?"
"There are some new fellows that came in the other day," went on the younger Racer lad. "They haven't had their share of the medicine yet."
"I'm with you," agreed Jack, who was always ready for mischief.
"I'll take a chance," said John North. "It'll be fun."
"Better not," advised Frank. "You may get caught."
"Oh, come on, you old croaker," exclaimed his brother, but Frank could not be persuaded, and remained behind. Some of the others, following the lead of the impetuous Andy, went looking for luckless Freshmen on whom to play their tricks.
They found some, and for a time the excitement waxed high, but, as it happened, one of the professors, returning from a lecture in town, caught the group of students. He realized what was going on, and ordered the crowd back to their rooms, with instructions to report to the proctor in the morning. To insure compliance with this he took the names of all the lads.
"Well, what did I tell you?" asked Frank, when his brother came in a little later, looking quite woebegone.