“Here are three we can work off together,” volunteered some one, and Pete, Bill and John Smith were thrust forward.
“What’ll it be?” demanded the Senator.
“Blanket tossing,” called several.
“Too cold for the water. We’ll give ’em the blanket degree. Bring out the woolens.”
Some heavy horse blankets were produced and with the hazers holding to the corners, our heroes were tossed up into the air, and caught as they came down with sickenish feelings. But they had been through the ordeal before, and knew what to do. They kept quiet and were not hurt.
But when Bill and Pete were tossed together, it was not so much fun, and they very nearly had an accident. Altogether it was rather a tame hazing, and the Sophs and Juniors felt it so.
“The pond! The pond!” was the cry.
“That means a ducking,” said Cap in a whisper to his brothers. “We won’t stand for that. Let ’em take you along easy, until they get you right to the edge, and then take a brace, and pitch in the first man you can grab. I’ll whistle when it’s time. They won’t suspect anything.”
“The pond! The pond!” was the cry again raised, and though the Senator and some of the older students were a bit averse to it they had to give in to the majority.