And at once Tubbs' hands were untied and the bag was taken from his head.
"Well, I never!" he murmured, as he gazed in amazement at the brook.
"Thought it was the lake front sure!" "As you are now one of us, Tubbs, you must wear these," said a cadet, and furnished the fashionable youth with a mask, cap, and pair of horns.
"We have now disposed of number two," said another cadet.

"What of number three ?" "Number three must--" At that moment a gun-shot rang out on the still night air.
"Hullo, something is wrong!" cried one of the hazers, in quick alarm.
"There goes the drum, fellows!" came in the unmistakable voice of Sam Rover.

"We've got to hustle back to camp or we'll be exposed!" "Right you are," came from Songbird Powell.

"Come, fellows, and mind you don't let anybody see the masks and other things." And away they scooted, under the trees and then along a row of bushes running fairly close to the first line of tents.

In the meantime the drum continued to roll and the whole camp was astir.