That's how Frank Simpson was hazed. Ask any old Randall graduates to tell you about it, and hear what they say.
Dripping, shivering, very much chagrined, and somewhat bruised and lame from their encounter with the student they had expected to haze so easily, Holly Cross, Dutch Housenlager and the others gathered in a little disconsolate group.
Tom, Phil and Sid, hiding in the bushes, and trying to stifle their snickers of mirth, looked at the scene, which was thrown into partial relief by the moon.
"Don't let them hear you," cautioned Phil, "or they'll vow and declare that we were in on the game, and knew how it was going to turn out."
But now someone in the group of hazers spoke. It was the puzzled and dubious voice of Dutch Housenlager.
"I say, does anyone know what happened?" he asked.
"We must have been struck by a cyclone," declared Holly.
"Or a waterspout," added Bascome. "Bur-r-r-r-r! But it's cold! I'm going to cut for college!"
"Who said he was easy?" demanded Holly Cross. "Was it you, Dutch?"
"Who, me? No, I never said such a thing! Perish the thought! Easy!"
"The hardest proposition I've stacked up against in a long while," said another, rubbing his elbow. "Jove! how he did hit out!"
"Well, did you think he was going to send word on ahead when he was going to land on you?" asked Jerry Jackson. "Come on. We've had enough."
"Too much," added his brother. "I suppose this will be all over Randall in the morning."
"Not if I have to tell it," insisted Bascome. "But Simpson may squeal."
"He'd be justified," asserted another. "He has one on us, all right."
"I believe he's too square to say anything about it," spoke Jerry.
And so it proved. The next morning, when the big Californian met his classmates, there was a calm smile on his face, but neither by word nor action did he refer to what had taken place.
But, somehow, the story leaked out. Perhaps it was because Tom, Phil and Sid could not refrain from publicly asking Dutch and the others how the hazing had resulted.
"Did you duck Simpson?" inquired Tom, as they were on their way to chapel next morning.
"Why didn't you come and help with the fun, if you're so anxious to know about it?" inquired Dutch, non-committally.
"Oh, we don't care for baths in the river this time of the year," remarked Phil, with a laugh, and then Dutch knew that the story was known, though Tom and his two chums said nothing about having been concealed where they had a grandstand view of the whole performance.