"Yah, sure, I choin," answered Carl. "Put vot I got to to alretty?"
"Thou shalt soon see," was the answer. "Numbers Three and Six, blindfold him."
"Look here, I ton't like dis!" cried the German student, as a bag was thrown over his head and fastened around his neck. The bag had a hole in the back, so that he could get air. But he could not see a thing.
"It must be done," was the answer. "For particulars see Section 45, rule 917 of the by-laws. Are you ready to learn the by-laws?"
"Der py-laws? Vot I got to puy py der py-laws?" asked the German student, cautiously.
"You haven't got to buy anything. You must learn them."
"Which puts me in mind of a story," came in another voice. "A man once——Oh, excuse me, I forgot!" And the story came to a sudden end, as the speaker received a whack over the ear from a stuffed club.
"I believe Shadow would want to tell a story if he was at a funeral," whispered one hooded figure to another.
"Lo! the march begins!" cried a loud voice, in Carl Sultzer's ear. It made the German boy jump. Then he was caught by the arms and his hands were tied behind him. In this fashion he was marched from the old boathouse and in the direction of the new building previously mentioned.
"Vere you been daking me?" asked Carl.