“Oh, Simpson,” supplied Tom. “Haze him—what for? The hazing season is over.”
“Not for him,” explained Dutch, with a chuckle. “You see, he arrived late, and he didn’t get what was coming to him in his freshman year. So he has to take it now. Do you lads want to be in on it? If you do, don’t make any noise. He’s in a room nearly above you fellows, and he may suspect something and listen. Want to have some fun?”
“I don’t know—do we?” and Tom turned to his companions.
They hesitated a moment, and then Phil, with a long yawn, exclaimed:
“I don’t know as I care to. Too tired. You fellows can, if you like.”
“Not for mine!” came quickly from Sid. “I’ve got some butterfly specimens to mount.”
“Oh, you fellows make me tired!” declared Dutch, in accents of disgust. “Why don’t you be sports? Have some fun! Come on, Tom!”
“No; if Phil and Sid are going to stay in to-night, I’ll be with them. You and Holly can go ahead with the hazing. What’s it going to be?”
“Oh, it isn’t Holly and me alone,” explained Dutch, quickly. “A lot of the lads are in on it, but I suggested you chaps, and now you back out.”
“We never backed in,” replied Phil. “What are you going to do to Simpson, anyhow?”