"I tell you I won't go!" cried the dudish pupil, struggling to break away.
"Quick with that gag or he'll arouse the school!" whispered Frank, and a bundle of rags was quickly tied over Chet's mouth. His struggles were in vain, as he was lifted up and fairly carried to the flag pole.
It was the work of but a few minutes to fasten the rope about him, and Frank took pains to see that it would not slip loose, so there would be no danger.
"Up with him!" exclaimed Andy. "He will be very much above us all shortly."
Chet made inarticulate murmurs, but could not speak. His struggles availed him nothing. A moment later he was being hoisted to the top of the pole.
The boys were not cruel, and only held him there for a few seconds, as they feared he would faint through fright.
"Is the water ready?" asked Andy.
"Ready, most noble knight of the flagstaff," answered Jack.
"Then give him the cleansing bath!" was the order.
The gag must have become loosened, for when Chet felt himself being plunged into the cold water he let out a terrified yell.