"Who is behind those bushes?" asked Dave.
"Must be a spy!" returned Phil.
"A spy! A spy! Capture him!"
"Don't let him get back to the school!"
On the instant there was great excitement, and fully a dozen members of the Gee Eyes rushed forward and caught hold of the escaping victim, and the fellow over whom he had stumbled. Both were dragged forward, and the light of a lantern was turned on the unknown.
"Why, it's Nat Poole!"
"He was spying on us!"
"Maybe he was going to report us!"
"You le—let go of me!" stammered Nat. He put his hand to his side. "That fellow half killed me!" And he gave another groan.
"What were you doing in the bushes?" demanded Ben, sternly.
"Me? Why—er—nothing."
"Yes, you were."
"I'll wager a button he was going to report us!" exclaimed another student.
"It ain't so!" whined Nat. "Ain't I got a right to be here? I'm a member."
"No, you are not—you've been cast out!" answered a deep bass voice.
"If he wants to be one of us, he's got to be initiated all over again!" said Phil, in a disguised voice. "What say, boys, shall we do it?"
