Dick, as they went to their room early that evening.
"A shift? What do you mean?"
"Why some of your friends have changed over to the east barrack, I hear. I thought maybe you'd want to go too?"
"Do you want me to go?"
"Indeed I don't?" and Dick spoke very earnestly.
"All right. When I want to leave you I'll let you know," and Paul slapped Dick on the back in a fashion that told what his feelings were in the matter.
A little later mysterious steps in the corridor, and subdued knockings on nearby doors told Paul and Dick that something unusual was going on.
"Hazing," said Paul. "We're immune. Let's take it in."
"I don't like to haze fellows," said Dick. "It's all right when they're your size, but all the chaps who came in lately are smaller than I am."
"That won't make any difference to Dutton and his crowd. They'll haze 'em anyhow, and we might as well see the fun. A fellow who can't stand a little hazing is no good."
"That's so. Guess I'll go. I don't mind it if it isn't too rough. I wouldn't mind being hazed myself. It would give me a chance to make a rough house for Dutton and his cronies."
"Come on then. Let's go to the gym. I heard
