and collar, and ran in a little stream over the floor. Paul struggled but could not escape.
"Sop that up, fellows!" cried Dutton. "We don't want it to ruin the ceilings below. Use the bed clothes."
The other cadets, who were not holding Paul, grabbed the sheets and spreads from the neatly made beds, and piled them in the little pond of water on the floor.
"Hand me the other pitcher, Naylor," commanded the leader.
"Better save it for" and Naylor glanced at Dick, who was standing quietly in a corner, under guard of several cadets, awaiting his turn.
"We'll not need it for him," replied Button. "Give it here."
Some one handed him the other pitcher full of water, and the fluid in that, a moment later, went gurgling down the inside of Paul's clothes, spurting out as had the other.
"You're initiated into the Ancient and Honorable Order of the Mystic Pig," announced Button, making a sign to his comrades to let Paul regain his feet. "Do you solemnly promise to be most respectful to your superiors, and not to partake of ham and eggs or any form of pork until after Christmas?"
"You'd better promise," said one of the cadets to Paul, who hesitated.
"Oh, I promise all right," he said, with a rueful smile as he looked down at his soaked gar-
