CHAPTER IV
THE HAZING
"What sort of hazing do they do?" asked Tom Parsons of Sid Henderson as the two youths followed their companions from the gymnasium.
"Oh, all sorts. It's hard to tell. Mostly they come in your room and make a rough house, but not too rough, for the proctor doesn't stand for it. They'll tumble you about, tear down any ornaments you may have up, pour a pitcher of watef in the bed, and make things unpleasant generally."
"Are we supposed to stand for that?" There was a grim look settling on Tom's face.
"Well, what can you do when three or four big sophs are holding you?"
"Not much, that's a fact. But I'm going to fight back."
"So am I, but that's all the good it'll do. If they don't put enough on you in your room they'll tackle you outside, when you're alone, and maybe chuck you into the river or lake, or make you walk Spanish, or force you to parade through town do-
