Every minute the task became more irksome.
"Up with you, mister," Prescott admonished.

"No self-respecting crab, with an abundance of animal spirits, ever trails along the ground like that." After some two minutes of standing on his head Mr.Ellis fell over sideways, his feet thudding.
"Up with you, sir," admonished Dick.

"You are still so full of egotism that it sways you like the walking beam of a steamboat.
Up with you, mister, and up you stay until there is no ballast of conceit left in you." Crab-crab-crab! Mr.Briggs continued to move sidewise and backward over the tent flooring.
Mr.Ellis was growing frightfully red in the face.

But Prescott, from the remembrance of his own plebe days, knew to a dot how long a healthy plebe could keep that inverted position without serious injury.

So the class president, sitting as judge in the court of hazing, showed no mercy.
Some of the yearlings who stood outside peering in should have kept a weather eye open for the approach of trouble from tac.
quarters.