But what his respected relative had remarked was not learned, as the boys rushed from the room to prepare for the ordeal that they knew awaited them.
[CHAPTER IV]
THE HAZING
“What sort of hazing do they do?” asked Tom Parsons of Sid Henderson as the two youths followed their companions from the gymnasium.
“Oh, all sorts. It’s hard to tell. Mostly they come in your room and make a rough house, but not too rough, for the proctor doesn’t stand for it. They’ll tumble you about, tear down any ornaments you may have up, pour a pitcher of water in the bed, and make things unpleasant generally.”
“Are we supposed to stand for that?” There was a grim look settling on Tom’s face.
“Well, what can you do when three or four big sophs are holding you?”
“Not much, that’s a fact. But I’m going to fight back.”