"What were you doing in the bushes?" demanded Ben, sternly.
"Me? Why—er—nothing."
"Yes, you were."
"I'll wager a button he was going to report us!" exclaimed another student.
"It ain't so!" whined Nat. "Ain't I got a right to be here? I'm a member."
"No, you are not—you've been cast out!" answered a deep bass voice.
"If he wants to be one of us, he's got to be initiated all over again!" said Phil, in a disguised voice. "What say, boys, shall we do it?"
"Yes! yes! Put him with the others!"
"Sure thing! Nat, you are just in time!"
"We'll give you an initiation you'll never forget, a regular three-ply, dyed in the wool, warranted storm-proof initiation," added Ben, in tragic tones.