He caught sight of his brown-streaked and spotted face in the dresser mirror.
"Cæsar!" he exclaimed, "that was a fine job!"
Satisfied that a rescue had been accomplished in good time, the assistant professor said:
"Sit down, Mr. Catherwood, and explain, if possible, the meaning of this—this hazing. I observed you were not present at the examination to-day."
Mrs. Turner, who till now had stood by wringing her hands, commenced, with mechanical precision, to wrest order out of chaos in the room.
From time to time during Catherwood's recital she stopped in her work long enough to voice an ejaculatory "oh," or exclaim—"Well, I declare."
"It is clearly a case of hazing—hazing of the most malicious sort," observed the assistant professor, "and as such merits the fullest investigation on the part of the faculty, which I have no doubt the faculty will undertake. Do you know your assailants, Mr. Catherwood?"
"Yes—and no," the young man replied, rubbing a red and swollen wrist.
"Why do you say that?" the assistant professor inquired, significantly.