ments, and surveyed the confusion in the room. There was not a dry article of bed clothing left.
"Now for the other one!" cried Beeby, making a grab for Dick.
The young millionaire was ready to submit to any form of hazing that might be inflicted, but, to his surprise Dutton said:
"Never mind him. We'll let him go."
"Why he's a freshman," objected several of the cadets, evidently thinking Dutton imagined Dick to be immune.
"I know it, but he's in a different class," went on the leader with a covert sneer. "He might buy up the police authorities and have us arrested for having a little fun. We'll let him alone. We're only after common mortals."
Dick flushed.
"You're mistaken," he said as calmly as he could. "If hazing is in order I'm ready to take my share. I assure you I won't squeal. I'm not that kind."
It hurt him, to think that he should be taken for a "squealer." He, Dick Hamilton, who had done his own share of hazing in the academy at home.
"No, thank you. It's too risky monkeying with millionaires," said Button. "Come on, fellows."
The band of hazing cadets filed out of Dick's room, bent on subjecting other students to their harmless pranks. As they left, Dick heard one of them say:
