CHAPTER XXVII
A PRISONER OF THE ENEMY
Never dreaming of the plot hatched out against him, Dick retired as usual that night. Now that the worry over the competitive drill was a thing of the past he realized that he was worn out, and scarcely had his head touched the pillow than he was in the land of Nod.
His awakening was a rude one. He felt himself raised up, a large towel was passed over his face and tied behind his head, and then he was dragged from his cot.
"Don't dare to make a sound!" whispered a low voice in his ear. "If you do, you'll be struck senseless."
"Hullo, I'm about to be hazed," thought Dick, and it must be admitted that he was far from pleased. "They think they are going to do some thing grand to the captain of the company that won the prize. Well, not if I can help it," and he began to struggle to free himself.
But his tormentors were too many for him and almost before he knew it his hands and his feet
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