Graham quickly. He was rather a small chap, and seemed very nervous.
"I guess they do it in spite of the rules," said Dick. "Well, the best way is to take what's coming, and bear it as well as you can. If you don't it will be unpleasant for you. I don't believe it will be very bad."
"Are you going to let 'em haze you?" asked Paul Drew.
"Sure," answered Dick.
"Then I guess I will, too."
"Well, I s'pose it's got to be," said little 'Gene with a sigh. "I hope they don't toss us in a blanket, though."
"If they do, just lie still, and you'll come down easy," advised Dick. "It'll soon be over."
That night, in their room, Dick and Paul heard the sound of footsteps along the corridor. Then came smothered cries, and strange sounds in the apartments adjoining.
"They're coming," whispered Paul.
Dick nodded grimly.
A moment later there came a soft knock on their portal.
"Well?" asked Dick, though he knew who it was.
"Open, in the name of the Ancient and Honorable Order of the Mystic Pig," came the demand in a whisper.
Dick opened the door, and in rushed several of the older cadets, led by Ray Dutton.
