“Let up now,” whispered Jack. “He may get a fit! He is almost scared out of his life!”
“Now then, the blanket and the old boots,” came from Andy, and the victim of the hazing was provided with a big pair of old rubber boots and a heavy horse blanket.
“What’s this for?” asked the bully.
“For your long tramp into the country,” was the answer.
“I don’t want to go out into the country this cold night! Let me go, please do!”
“It’s too late to beg, Baxter. You have been a bad boy, and you must take your medicine.”
“I’ll have the law on you!”
In a minute more the gymnasium door was opened and the victim was marched outside. He was well blindfolded, so that he could not see where he was going. The masked cadets led him into the woods, around the boathouse, and then made half a dozen turns, so that Baxter was completely bewildered.
“Here’s the old shanty,” said Jack, in a loud voice, when they came to a halt. “Put him into the garret and leave him.” And then Baxter was marched into the carriage house of Putnam Hall and made to mount the ladder to the loft. Here he was tied to a post, but in such a loose fashion that he could get free with ease.
“Now, Baxter, listen,” said Jack, still in an assumed voice. “You are probably four miles from Putnam Hall. Don’t try to get away, or you may get into more trouble. To-morrow night we’ll come back and finish our job.”