"It most----" began Walter, but, at that minute all three came to the end of the first scrubbing process, and were precipitated upon a highly polished slide--somewhat like the bamboo ones that are so popular at summer resorts. It was like glass, and, as there were only a few lights at this point, whereas the "tub" was brilliantly illuminated, the boys went down in a heap, and slid along. "Part of the game," commented Jack, grimly. "You are now on the washing board," came from the announcer. "Keep perfectly still--there is no danger." In front of, and behind, the boys came other persons--slipping, sliding, shouting, yelling, laughing, gasping and struggling. "Wow!" yelled Ed. "Here comes another tub to go through!" They had reached the end of the "washboard" and once more the three boys were tossed up and down, and from side to side, while rushing water under them seemed to give the effect of being put through a boiler of suds. "Look out! Here's something new!" yelled Ed, a moment later, and, sure enough, they emerged, after a trip up and down, and around corners, upon a scrubbing board, made of glass, under which water was rushing with such effect that it seemed as if they were going to be soaked. "This is great!" cried Jack, as he reached it. "I thought I was in for it that time, but it's all to the soap and starch; that's what!" His companions, and many others, followed, and, a moment later, they were facing what looked like two rolls, such as collars and cuffs are run through. "Do we go through them?" gasped Jack, halting a moment as he got on his feet after the slide down the scrubbing board. "Sure--go ahead," said Walter. "Oh, mercy! He won't really go through those rolls, will he?" gasped Belle. The rolls did look formidable, and they were whirling around at a rapid rate. "Be a sport," called Ed. "When you've been rolled out you'll be all right, Jack." "All right--you go ahead," retorted Jack, stepping back. "You can have my place." "It's all right, fellows--go ahead," one of the attendants assured them. Jack faced the revolving rolls. The attendant gave him a gentle push, and, before Jack knew it he was swallowed up in the whirling cylinders. "Oh!" screamed Bess. "He'll be killed!" But neither she nor the others could see what happened, for Jack vanished, and, after him went Walter and Ed. Once through the rolls, they were tossed with considerable force into a wringer ten times the size of the one through which they had just passed. Like the first the rolls were upright, and not horizontal. They seemed to be made of rubber, and were more real than the first. Jack tried to hold back, but it was of no use. He had been tossed fairly into the big wringer, and, a moment later, he found himself being drawn through. To his surprise the rolls were of straw, covered with cotton-batting, and they compressed sufficiently to allow him to go through easily.