"Cut it out!" ordered Andy, but Chet only yelled the more.
"We'd better vamoose," suggested Frank. "Take off the rope and run for it. You run too, Chet, or you may catch cold. Run, you beggar! Run!" and releasing the dripping figure Frank clapped Chet on the back, shoving him toward the dormitory.
"Oh, I'll pay you for this! I'll pay you!" wailed Chet.
"Never mind, keep the change," said Andy laughing. "I guess you'll know your friends after this. Come on, fellows, get rid of this tub," and they picked it up and hastened off with it.
The hazers entered their dormitory by a side door, which they had previously opened with a skeleton key in anticipation of haste, but Chet ran for the front entrance. His yells had aroused Professor Callum, who, ever on the alert, had arisen to see what the disturbance was. He opened the front portal and discovered the shivering figure there.
"Well, this is disgraceful!" the instructor exclaimed, as he recognized the newcomer. "In school one afternoon and yet you go out after hours."
"It was a—a—ha—hazing!" stammered Chet.
"Ha! So much the worse! So you have been taking part in a hazing, have you?" asked Mr. Callum. "You will be punished for that. To your room at once!" and nothing Chet could say would appease the wrath, or make his position understood.
CHAPTER XXVI
ON THE GRIDIRON