One of the cadets had brought with him a large blanket and into this the German youth was thrown.

Then the others caught the blanket around the edges.
"Stop!" roared Hans, and tried to climb out of the blanket.

But before he could manage it, the thing was given a toss and up he went, high into the air.
"Oh! Mine cracious!" he gasped and came down with a crash, to go up again an instant later.

Then up and down went the boy, turning over and over, until he was all but dazed.
"Stop! Murder! Fire! Robbers!" he roared.

"Let me owid, kvick! I vos turning outsides in alretty! Oh, stop, von't you, blease!" "Will you join the Order of Black Skulls"?
he was asked again.
"_Yah, yah!_ Anydings, so long as you lets me town kvick!" "And you will not breathe a word about what has taken place here"?
"I say me noddings, upon my honor, ain't it!" "Then let him go, fellows," and a moment later Hans was lowered.
"Now you are one of us," said another student, and handed him a mask, skull-cap and pair of horns, the latter made of stuffed black cloth.
"Do you promise to help us"?
"Anydings vot you vonts." "Then come with us, and don't dare to open your mouth.".