CHAPTER VII
DICK THINKS HE HAS A CLUE
"What's it to be, Ray, the blanket, outside, or the ordeal of the pitcher?" asked one of the cadets holding Paul.
"The pitcher, I guess," answered Button. "The blanket's getting too tame, and we have so many to look after that we can't take 'em outside. Any water in the jug, Beeby?"
"Full," replied a fat lad, taking up one of the two pitchers in the room.
"Up with him!" commanded Button, and several cadets seized Paul in an instant. Before he knew what was happening they had stood him on his head, two of them holding each of his rather long legs upright.
"Hold open his trouser legs," said Dutton. "I'll do the pouring."
He had the pitcher full of water, and, as his fellow hazers made a sort of funnel of the two legs of the victim's trousers, Ray poured the contents of the water pitcher down them. The fluid spurted out at the unlucky new student's waist
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