"Not over his waist," whispered another voice.
"What! It's twice over his head," was the answer. "I tested the water this afternoon."
"Never mind, he's got to take the test anyway."
Now Tubbs was by no means a good swimmer, and the idea of being thrown into the water with his hands tied behind him and his head in a sack was frightful in the extreme.
"Le—let me go!" he whined. "Let me go, I say!"
"Forward with him!" was the heartless reply, and he was pushed on until he suddenly found himself in water up to his ankles.
"Stop! stop!" he cried, in a muffled voice. "Stop! I don't want to drown!"
"Will you obey your superiors?"
"Yes, yes—anything!"
"Will you join the Order of Black Skulls?"