"Any—er—handrail?" went on the victim.
"Nary a handrail," piped up a small voice from the rear. "What do you want for your money, anyway? "
"Say, that puts me in mind of a story" came from another, but he stopped short as a fellow-member hit him with a stuffed club.
"I—I don't know about this" began Tom Atwood. "I—oh, say, let up!" he cried, as he received several blows from stuffed clubs. "I—oh, my back!"
"Wilt try the bridge?" demanded the Right Honorable Muck-a-Muck.
"Yes, yes, but can't I—I crawl if I want to?"
"Thou canst, after thou hast taken seven steps."
"All right, here goes then."
Tom Atwood was led forward to the end of a long plank.
"Be careful," he was cautioned. "There, put your foot there and the other one right there. Now you are all right."
"And must I really—er—stand up and take seven steps?"
"Yes, exactly seven, or woe betide thee!" came the answering cry.
With great caution the blindfolded victim took a step and then another. He was trembling visibly, which caused the club members to shake with silent laughter. He counted the steps and when he had
