The seniors kept hold of the rope and walked several yards behind the neophyte, telling him when to turn to the right or the left. In this way Frank was made to pass close to moving wagons, and to go to the very edge of embankments where if he had taken another step he would have had an unpleasant fall. For more than an hour he was kept moving about in this way, completely baffling the efforts of the seniors to rattle him. He did everything they told him promptly, and never a word escaped his lips. He had made up his mind that come what would he would not get another black mark. At last as he was crossing a street he was told to halt. He did so, feeling under his feet at the moment the rail of a street car track. Then his "mentors," as his companions were called, gathered around him, threw the loose end of the rope over his shoulders and told him to stay where he was. "Remember, neophyte," said one of them, slowly, "the command is to stand still, no matter what happens." Frank made no response, but it was evident that he understood them. A moment later the mentors went away, where, or how far, Frank could only guess. It was late in the evening, and the street was very still, but somewhere in the distance Frank could hear the rumbling of a car; it drew nearer and nearer, and at length he could hear the buzzing of the trolley wire. It seemed directly over his head. "I see what this is," he thought; "they have put me between the double tracks of the line so that I'll think that a car is going to run me down. "Of course, these fellows are not going to injure me, and so if I stand perfectly still the car will pass close beside me. If I should move I might get run over. I can imagine that some fellows might be completely unnerved by this test." The rumbling of the car became louder and louder; then there was a single clang of a bell and it stopped a short distance away; some passenger evidently was getting out. The bell rang again, and the car started. The motorman kept up a loud clanging of his footbell as he approached Frank; the latter, remembering his instructions, stood perfectly still, confident that the car would rush past him without touching him. Suddenly, just as the car was upon him, Frank was pushed violently and fell face forward in front of it! CHAPTER XVIII. FRANK WANTS MORE. The car was going at full speed when Frank fell. On the instant the motorman reversed the current and applied the brake hard, but although the wheels immediately began to turn in the other direction, it was impossible to check the advance of the car completely. It slid for a few yards along the rails, sending up a shower of sparks, and pushing Frank's body along ahead of it.