gazabo!" exclaimed Sid disgustedly. "Oh, Langridge, I'll have it in for you!"
The hazing went on until after midnight and then the dormitory quieted down. Scarcely a freshman escaped and those who absented themselves from their rooms were due to be put on the grill later.
Tom and Sid sat up late, wringing as much of the water as they could from their clothes and drying them somewhat by inserting an electric light bulb in the arms of the coats and the legs of the trousers. Fortunately their bedding was not wet or the boys would have passed a miserable night. As it was they did not have a good one, and they arose early to hang their moist clothes out of the window to let the morning sun finish the work of drying.
But they were not the only ones in this plight, and it was a bedraggled lot of freshmen who appeared at chapel—that is, all but Langridge. He was spick and span as he always was, dressed in expensive clothes.
"Didn't they get at you?" asked Sid as he and Tom caught up to the wealthy youth on the way to class.
"Get at me?"
"Yes, your clothes don't seem to have suffered."
"Oh, this is another suit. They wet one for me, but I had this put away."
