Young kept silent.
"See here, you cheer, Deacon. Do as we tell you." This from Ballard, who bellowed.
Young looked around at the Sophomores—there were twelve of them—and then glanced at the canal; he did not want to go in there again; he was shivering already.
"Hip—Hip!" said Ballard. Young gave a feeble cheer.
The man with the glasses said: "H'm, you'll have to do better than that. Now then, a loud one."
Young cleared his throat and gave a loud, full cheer.
"That's the way to talk," they said, encouragingly.
"It won't hurt you, you see," said one of them, rather kindly, in a low voice.
"You are improving, Deacon Young," said Channing, patronizingly. "We'll make a man of you yet."
Thus began a new epoch in the life of William Young. During the next week or so of his college course he was hazed perhaps more than anyone in his class, although from that first time he no longer resisted or tried to maintain his superiority.