"You will fill it, and report back here with it at once."
"Very good, sir."
"Now, what on earth is coming?" quaked the plebe, as he possessed himself of his bucket and started for the nearest tap.
In the shortest time possible the young man reported hack at the tent, his bucket as full of water as it would safely carry.
"Set the bucket down, Mr. Briggs, at the rear of the tent."
The plebe obeyed, then stood once more at attention.
"Mr. Briggs," continued the president of the yearling class, "it was you who threw water over Mr. Anstey?"
"I am not obliged to answer that, sir," replied the plebe.
"You're quite within your rights there, mister," Dick admitted.
"But I looked out of this tent just in time to see you do it.
Have you any wish to deny it now?"
"No, sir."