CHAPTER XVIII.
HAZERS AT WORK William Philander Tubbs was dreaming of a fashionable dance he had once enjoyed when he suddenly found himself bound and gagged and being carried he knew not where.
"This is awful!" he thought.

"What in the world does it mean ?" Then he remembered that some of the cadets had spoken about hazing, and the cold perspiration came out on his forehead.
The gag in his mouth was made of nothing more than a knot in a clean towel, but it worried him a good deal and he was afraid he would be choked to death by it.

But nothing of the sort happened, and soon the gag was removed.
"What does this mean ?" he asked, as many cadets had done before him.
He received no answer, and tried to break away from his tormentors.

But their hold on him could not be shaken, and before he was set down he found himself well out of sight and hearing of Camp Putnam, as the spot had been named.
"This is a beastly shame," he murmured.

"Why do you dare to break into my night's rest in this fashion ?" He had heard of the mysterious society of Black Skulls before, but so far had never been hazed by the members.