score, 28 to 4. varsity outplayed at every point. popular opinion forces captain clayton to resign in favor of tug robinson. kingston team to be completely reorganized. mr. robinson declares that favoritism will have no part in the make-up of the new team, and magnanimously offers ex-captain clayton a position on the new eleven. there is no need telling here the wild emotions in the hearts of clayton and his faction at the end of the game, and no need of even hinting the wilder delight of the lakerimmers at the vindication of their cause. the whole eleven of them strolled home in one grand embrace, and used their jaws more for talking than for eating when they reached the long-delayed meal at the slaughter-house; and after supper they met again at the fence, and sang lakerim songs of rejoicing, and told and retold to each other the different features of the game, which they all knew without the telling. so much praise was heaped upon tug by the rest of the academy, and he was so fêted by the lakerimmers, that he finally slipped away and went to his room. and little history also bade them good night, on his old excuse of having to study. it was very dark before the lakerimmers had talked themselves tired. then they voted to go around and congratulate tug once more upon his victory, and give him three cheers for the sake of auld lang syne. when they went to his room, they were amazed to see the door swinging open and shut in the breeze; they noted that the lock was torn off. they hurried in, and found one of the windows broken, and books and chairs scattered about in confusion; the mantel and cloth and the photographs on it were all awry. it was evident that a fierce struggle had taken place in the room. the nine lakerimmers stood aghast, staring at each other in stupefaction. reddy was the first to find tongue, and he cried out: i know whats up, fellows: that blamed gang of hazers has got him! now there was an excitement indeed. punk suggested that perhaps he might be in historys room, and bobbles scaled the three flights, three steps at a time, only to return with a wild look, and declare that historys room was empty, his lock broken, and his student lamp smoking. plainly the hazing committee had lost no time in seizing its first opportunity. plainly the lakerimmers must lose no time in hurrying to the rescue. up and after em, men! cried b.j.; and, trying to remember what was the proper thing for an old indian scout to do under the circumstances, he started off on a dead run. and the others followed him into the night. v tug had stood the praise and applause of his fellow-students, and especially the wild flattery of the dozen, who were almost insanely joyful over his success in captaining the scrub football team and wiping the earth up with the varsity, until he was as sick as a boy that has overfed on candy. finally he had slunk away, rather like a guilty man than a hero, and started for his room. once he had left the crowd and was alone under the great trees, darkly beautiful with the moonlight, he felt again the delicious pride of his victory against the heavy odds, and the conspiracy of his deadly 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 over the prospects of glorious battles and hard-won victories in the games in which he and his team would represent the kingston academy against the other academies of the tri-state interscholastic league. his waking dreams came true, in good season, too; for, under his inspiring leadership, the kingston men took up the game with a new zest, gave up the idea that individual grand-stand plays won games, and learned to sink their ambitions for themselves into a stronger ambition for the success of the whole team. and they 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, especially as the championship of the league football series lay between greenville and kingston. i have only time and room enough to tell you that when the final contest came, tug sent his men round the ends so scientifically, and led them into the scrimmages so furiously, that they won a glorious victory of 18 to 6. but this is getting a long way into the future, and away from tug on his walk to his room that beautiful evening, when all these triumphs were still in the clouds, and he had only one victory to look back upon. tugs responsibility had been great that afternoon, and the strain of coaxing and commanding his scrub players to assault and defeat the heavier eleven opposed to them had worn hard on his muscles and nerves. when he got to his room he was too tired to remember that he had forgotten to take the usual precautions of locking 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 dropped on his divan, and buried his head in a red-white-and-blue cushion his best lakerim girl had embroidered for him in a fearful and wonderful manner, and was soon dozing away into a dreamland where the whole world was one great football, and he was kicking it along the milky way, scoring a touch-down every fifty years. a little later history poked his head in at the door. he also had left the crowd seated on the fence, and had started for his room to study. 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 sleeping beauty before taking the magic kiss; but he thought it might not be safe, and went on up to his room whistling, very much off the key. tug slept on as soundly as the mummy of rameses. but suddenly he woke with a start. he had a confused idea that he had heard some one fumbling at his window. his sleepy eyes seemed to make out a face just disappearing from sight outside. he dismissed his suspicions as the manufactures of sleep, and was about to fall back again on the comfortable divan when he heard footsteps outside, and the creak of his door-knob. he rose quickly to his feet. a masked face was thrust in at the door, and the lips smiled maliciously under the black mask, and a pair of blacker eyes gleamed through it. tug made a leap for the door to shut the intruder out, realizing in a flash that the hazers had truly caught him napping. but he was too late. the masked face was followed swiftly into the room by the body that belonged to it, and by other faces and other bodiesall the faces masked, and all the bodies hidden in long black robes