"Now, we'll give you the famous slide for life!" cried Buster, and pointed to the upper portion of one of the ice-houses, where a big wooden slide led downward into the Leming River.
"I can't stand cold water!" cried the victim who had previously tried to run away.
"'Twill do you a power of good!" answered Sam, in a deep voice.
"Say, you ain't going to dump me into the river from that thing!" roared Nat Poole. "I won't stand it!"
"Then sit down to it, Nat!" came a voice from the rear.
Of a sudden the seven victims were blindfolded. Several protested weakly, but the others kept silent, for they knew it would do no good to attempt to hold back; indeed, it might make matters worse. Yet nobody in that crowd wanted a ducking, for the water was cold, and they were quite a distance from the school.
Some narrow stairs led to the upper portion of the ice-houses, and blindfolded as they were, the victims were forced to mount these and were then taken to a room in the back of one of the buildings.
"Now for Number One!" sang out Buster, and one of the victims was rushed forward to a slide.
"Hope you can swim, Carson!" said one of the hazers.
