"I thought they didn't haze here," said 'Gene Graham quickly. He was rather a small chap, and seemed very nervous.
"I guess they do it in spite of the rules," said Dick. "Well, the best way is to take what's coming, and bear it as well as you can. If you don't it will be unpleasant for you. I don't believe it will be very bad."
"Are you going to let 'em haze you?" asked Paul Drew.
"Well, I s'pose it's got to be," said little 'Gene with a sigh. "I hope they don't toss us in a blanket, though."
"If they do, just lie still, and you'll come down easy," advised Dick. "It'll soon be over."
That night, in their room, Dick and Paul heard the sound of footsteps along the corridor. Then came smothered cries, and strange sounds in the apartments adjoining.
A moment later there came a soft knock on their portal.
"Well?" asked Dick, though he knew who it was.
"Open, in the name of the Ancient and Honorable Order of the Mystic Pig," came the demand in a whisper.
Dick opened the door, and in rushed several of the older cadets, led by Ray Dutton.
"Oh, we've drawn a millionaire!" Dutton cried, in sneering tones. "Well, take the other chap first, fellows. Lively, now, we've got a heap of 'em to initiate!"
Several lads seized Paul, who submitted with as good grace as possible.
"What's it to be, Ray, the blanket, outside, or the ordeal of the pitcher?" asked one of the cadets holding Paul.
"The pitcher, I guess," answered Dutton. "The blanket's getting too tame, and we have so many to look after that we can't take 'em outside. Any water in the jug, Beeby?"
"Full," replied a fat lad, taking up one of the two pitchers in the room.
"Up with him!" commanded Dutton, and several cadets seized Paul in an instant. Before he knew what was happening they had stood him on his head, two of them holding each of his rather long legs upright.
"Hold open his trouser legs," said Dutton. "I'll do the pouring."
He had the pitcher full of water, and, as his fellow hazers made a sort of funnel of the two legs of the victim's trousers, Ray poured the contents of the water pitcher down them. The fluid spurted out at the unlucky new student's waist and collar, and ran in a little stream over the floor. Paul struggled but could not escape.