id="Page_25" class="x-ebookmaker-pageno" title="[25]"/> he could keep his clothes, there being a small portable iron washstand in front of it at the head of his bed which was about ten feet distant from the next on either side.

There was a row of beds running along two sides of the room with a space of ten feet between the rows, so that there was plenty of room for every one and yet the boys were near enough to converse with each other if they chose before the lights were put out, this being done outside by one of the professors.

Jack saw four or five boys gathered in a knot while he was undressing and caught a few words of their conversation which was carried on in low tones, paying no attention to it, however, and not seeming to have heard it.

“We must give him a welcome to the Academy,” said Harry.

“As soon as the lights go out, make a rush and be sure and get the water jug before he gets up,” put in Arthur.

“Oh, we know where everything is, all right,” muttered Billy Manners, a lively young fellow whom Jack had noticed at the supper table, who seemed to be always making jokes at something or other. “We have done this before, you know.”

“It was just as well that I thought there might be something of this sort and got ready for it,” thought Jack, but as far as any of the boys could see he was entirely unsuspicious of their pleasant intentions.

He undressed himself quietly, now and then saying something to one or another of the boys who addressed him, and then, just before he got into bed, quietly dropped something on the floor on each side of the bed without being noticed.

He had taken whatever it was from his suitcase and had not been observed, his motions being quick and with no appearance of stealth or a suspicion of the other boys’ designs.

All the boys were in bed a few minutes before the electric lights were extinguished and talked among themselves on matters of little importance, Jack saying little, however, but calculating how long it would take the nearest boy to reach him and fixing the position of the water jug well in his mind without turning to look at it.

The lights were extinguished from a switch-board in the doctor’s room as soon as the clock struck, so that it was not necessary to go up to the dormitories at all.

There would be no one in the hall outside, therefore, and so whatever noise the boys might make would not be heard by the doctor or any of the professors.

The clock struck ten and as the last stroke sounded the lights went out and in a moment all was dark in the dormitory.

Then there was a sudden rush and Jack sat up in bed, turned and reached for the water jug which was just behind him.

Swift but light footsteps were heard approaching the bed on three sides and then there was a sudden howl, or chorus of howls from all sides.

“Wow! what’s that?”

“Ouch! who left tacks on the floor?”

“Gee whiz! stop that!”

Jack had strewn a few small tacks on the floor and the boys who had meant to give him a little hazing had stepped upon them in the dark.

One of the invaders fell against the bed and at once the water jug tumbled over upon him or at any rate that was what he supposed had happened in his confusion.

“What’s the matter, boys?” asked Jack, quietly, and then a flash of light from a pocket searchlight shone from the bed.

“Tacks!” exclaimed one.

“Waterspouts!” ejaculated another, he who had been drenched by the contents of the jug.

“Do you often have these little affairs, boys?” asked Jack, with provoking coolness. “Do you enjoy them?”

Two of the boys were sitting on the edge of their beds taking tacks out of their feet while another was looking for a dry night shirt in his locker.

The others looked rather sheepish and no attempt was made to rush in upon Jack who said with the least suspicion of a laugh:

“Better go to bed, boys. Some one might have heard the noise and be coming up to investigate.”

Then the light suddenly went out as steps were heard in the hall outside and all was still within.

Whoever was outside was evidently unsuspicious of what had happened within for the footsteps passed the door and went on down the hall and not a word was heard.

“I guess that was one on us,” muttered Billy Manners when all was quiet again, “and we’d better let it go at that and score a point for the new fellow.”

Evidently, his advice was taken for there was no more disturbance in the dormitory for the rest of the night and in the morning when the bell sounded for the boys to get up Jack was out of bed before any of his new companions.

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CHAPTER III

SOME OF THE BOYS AND THEIR WAYS

The boys were awakened at six o’clock, went into chapel at half past six, had breakfast at seven, went through a drill from eight to nine and then went into the general schoolroom and were busy till noon, when they were dismissed to get ready for dinner.

Nothing was said about the event of the night before but several of the boys gave Jack sly winks and it was quite evident that there would be no repetition of the hazing.

When they went out to drill, Dick Percival said to Jack:

“Well, my boy, it seems to me as if you showed just as cool a head last night as you did in the afternoon when you stood in the road and directed the two fellows who were rushing down upon you on their bikes. I would have liked to seen the fun.”

“If they had not talked about it I would not have known anything of it,” replied Jack, “but how did you hear of it?”

“Oh, Billy Manners thought it was too good a joke to keep even if you did soak him with the contents of the water jug,” laughed Dick. “I don’t think he upset it as some of the boys think.”

Jack said nothing and the subject was dropped for the time.

Later, Billy Manners himself came to Jack and said, good-naturedly:

“That was one on us, Sheldon, but I don’t hold it up against you. I would like to know how you suspected us, however. Have you been to other schools where they practised this sort of thing?”

“No, I have never been away to school before but if fellows will talk of their plans they need not be astonished if somebody overhears.”

“True enough!” rejoined Billy, with a chuckle. “I never thought of that. I supposed we were speaking low, however.”

“You spoke in whispers and you can hear a whisper farther than you can hear a low tone.”

“H’m! I never knew that. That’s something to remember.”

After dinner and before they went back to the school room several of the boys, Jack among the rest, were standing in front of the main building when Peter Herring, a big, brawny fellow with a disagreeable face and manner said brusquely to the new boy:

“I say, Sheldon, who are you anyhow? Who’s your father?”

Jack flushed crimson and then turned pale and for a moment seemed greatly agitated but he quickly gained his composure and said quietly:

“My father is dead.”

“Well, what was he then?” pursued the other in the same disagreeable tone he had before used.

“A gentleman,” answered Jack, pointedly, and then turned away and spoke to Harry and Arthur.

“H’m! you got it that time, Pete!” roared Ernest Merritt, Herring’s chum