CHAPTER XIII
AN INTERRUPTED INITIATION
"He's full of grit this time," whispered Phil to Dave.
"Oh, Plum isn't the boy he used to be, I am certain of that," was the low answer.
Before long the students reached a point on the river front where there was a heavy clump of bushes. In a hollow between the bushes a fire had been built, and on the bushes had been hung some horse blankets, to keep off the wind.
As the members of the Gee Eyes reached the hollow they saw two boys wrapped up in overcoats stealing away into the woods close by.
"Hello, who are those chaps?" cried Roger.
"One of them looked like Nat Poole to me," answered Dave.
"Wonder what they are doing here?"
"Came to see what was going on, I suppose."
"I don't like fellows like Nat Poole to be hanging around," remarked Buster Beggs.
The fire had been burning low, but now it was
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