"It won't matter. There's a gym. mat under 'em."
Up into the air went the unfortunate lads, clinging together in a sort of bunch, and struggling to see which one was to be underneath in the fall. Down they came into the blanket, but the impact was so heavy that it was torn from the grasp of the cadets holding it, and the freshmen landed on the mat with a thump and many squeals.
"That's the way!" cried Dutton with a laugh. "Now, once more."
"Let's take some others," proposed Beeby.
"No, they haven't had enough."
So, in spite of their struggles and protests, the lads were tossed again. Then three more took their places. They, too, had a hard time, one falling over the edge of the blanket and partly off the mat. But he was game and never made a sound.
"Now for the slide of death!" cried Button.
"What's that?" asked several of his cronies.
"I'll show you," he said.
From the top of the gymnasium there hung a long rope, running over a pulley. Button made a loop in one end, and then took hold of the other.
"Tie a couple of 'em up in blankets," he ordered, and two of the struggling cadets were made up into a rough bundle. Dutton then passed several coils of the long rope about them.
