Porter and Weston knew better than to disobey, for their chums, who had been present at the spread, had whispered to them of the dire penalties that would follow a disregard of the hazing instructions of the upper classmen. So the two cronies marched gravely up and down the dark street, while occasional pedestrians paused to gaze, chuckle silently as they realized what was in progress. "I'm not going to stand it!" indignantly declared Porter after a half hour of the ordeal. "We'd better," counseled Weston. "I don't want to stay at Kentfield for a month with not a soul to speak to but you. We've got to do it." "All right. But I'll get even with Hamilton for this. I think he started it. I'll get square with him." "Same here," and Weston shifted his gun to the other shoulder, and marched forward wearily. The night wore on, and in the shadows of several buildings the upper classmen who had originated the joke on the two freshmen, looked on and chuckled in mirth. Occasionally they called out a remark to the sentries. More people passed, and some paused to laugh, to the anger of Porter and Weston. Policemen walked by, but they were familiar with that form of hazing and did not make any complaint of the odd sight. Some of the prisoners in the jail peered out from their barred windows and jeered. All this was bitterness to the two. After a time Beeby and his chums wearied of the joke, and on the invitation of George Hall went to a nearby soda fountain for some chocolate. "They'll skip out as soon as we're gone," declared Ray Dutton. "No, I think they'll stick," declared Innis. "Anyhow, Dick, you go back and take a look. We'll keep your chocolate for you." Our hero did not relish the task, but did not want to object. Accordingly, he walked back to the corner where he could look down the street and catch a glimpse of the two cadet jail-sentries. They were still on their posts. Dick turned back to join his chums, and, as did so he almost collided with a man coming around the corner in an opposite direction. "I beg your pardon!" exclaimed the cadet. "I didn't see you." "Very evidently," was the rasping reply. "That's the trouble with you young men, you never look where you're going. Ah! I see, another one of the soldiers--and if it isn't the same one who nearly ran me down the other night in an automobile." Dick recognized the aged Mr. Duncaster. "I--I'm afraid it is," our hero faltered. "I--I didn't mean to, I'm sure. I didn't hurt you this time." "No, but it's not your fault that you didn't. You came around that corner under a full head of steam. Have you run down any more persons in your auto?" Enos Duncaster asked sarcastically. "No, and that time it wasn't my fault." "Hum--let's see--your name is Hamilton--son of Mortimer Hamilton--I know him--a hard man in a bargain. Well, I'll let you off this time. Who are those two young men marching up and down over there--chums of yours?" "Yes--we--we're hazing them," faltered Dick.