The Dozen from Lakerim

anely joyful over his success in captaining the scrub football team and wiping the earth up with the varsity, until he was as si

dly rival in football. He planned, in his imagination, the various steps he would take to reorganize the varsity eleven, to which it was evident that he would be elected captain; and he smacked his lips

played so brilliantly and so faithfully that academy after academy went down before them, and they were not even scored against until they met the most formidable rivals of all, the Greenville Academy. Greenville was an old athletic enemy of the Lakerim Club, and Tug looked forward to meeting it with particular delight

is walk to his room that beautiful evening, when all these triumphs we

his door and windows, or even of drawing the curtains. He did not stop to think that hazing had been flourishing about the Academy grounds for some time, and that threats had been made against any of the Lakerim Dozen if they were ever caught alone. He could just keep awake long enough to light his student lamp; then he d

dy. He saw Tug fast asleep, and let him lie undisturbed, though he was tempted to wake him up and say that Tug reminded him of the Sleepi

window. His sleepy eyes seemed to make out a face just disappearing from sight outside. He dismissed his suspicions as the manufactures of sleep, an

e lips smiled maliciously under the black mask,

intruder out, realizing in a flash that

om by the body that belonged to it, and by other faces and other bodi

nd said, with all the c

ellows are in

the answer of the first masker

ehind the mask, and asked rather nervously a questio

you're here, w

ice came deeply from t

t to have a litt

any fun with you," parleye

t; this isn't your picnic-it's ours," was the cheery response of t

have you men got to come into

tle surprise-par

like entertaining any s

rence to us." Again the black fl

per when he saw they were making a

f here, al

laughed uproa

om as if they were football-players trying to down him; but the odds were too great, and before long they overpowered him and tied his wrists behind him; not without difficulty, for Tug had th

he Crows; and he, produced a stout handkerchief. Bu

cry-baby? I'm not go

n his tone that convi

ow