"That's so. Guess I'll go. I don't mind it if it isn't too rough. I wouldn't mind being hazed myself. It would give me a chance to make a rough house for Dutton and his cronies." "Come on then. Let's go to the gym. I heard that they're going to haze a bunch of 'em there." "What about Major Rockford?" "Well, I guess he and the colonel know about it, but they won't interfere unless it gets too strenuous." Dick and Paul found a large crowd of the older cadets already gathered in the gymnasium. In one corner was huddled a rather frightened group of freshmen, who were waiting their turn to be grilled. They had been rounded up from their rooms by a committee appointed for that purpose. "Now, fellows," said Dutton, who, as usual, assumed the leadership, "we'll work 'em off in bunches. Put two or three of 'em in a blanket and toss 'em up for a starter." "Some of 'em may get hurt," objected Stiver. "We'd better take 'em one at a time." "Aw, you're afraid! Besides, we haven't time. Here, Beeby, grab a couple of 'em and pass 'em over." Captain Beeby of Company B grasped a cadet in either hand, and shoved them toward Dutton The latter already had one, and the three lads were pushed down into a large blanket which had been spread for that purpose. "Grab the corners and up with 'em!" called Dutton. "Toss 'em as high as you can." "Suppose they fall out?" objected Lieutenant Jim Watkins. "It won't matter. There's a gym. mat under 'em." Up into the air went the unfortunate lads, clinging together in a sort of bunch, and struggling to see which one was to be underneath in the fall. Down they came into the blanket, but the impact was so heavy that it was torn from the grasp of the cadets holding it, and the freshmen landed on the mat with a thump and many squeals. "That's the way!" cried Dutton with a laugh. "Now, once more." "Let's take some others," proposed Beeby. "No, they haven't had enough." So, in spite of their struggles and protests, the lads were tossed again. Then three more took their places. They, too, had a hard time, one falling over the edge of the blanket and partly off the mat. But he was game and never made a sound. "Now for the slide of death!" cried Dutton. "What's that?" asked several of his cronies. "I'll show you," he said. From the top of the gymnasium there hung a long rope, running over a pulley. Dutton made a loop in one end, and then took hold of the other. "Tie a couple of 'em up in blankets," he ordered, and two of the struggling cadets were made up into a rough bundle. Dutton then passed several coils of the long rope about them. "Pull 'em up!" he ordered next, and willing hands aided him in hoisting the lads toward the roof of the gymnasium. "You are now about to take the slide of death!" called Dutton, when the freshmen were close against the pulley, and fully forty feet above the floor. "We're going to let you come down on the run----"