t promptly cured. One the first symptoms
to be subdued is that of a swollen head. The head needs reducing
in size. Take off your hat, and kneel in front of the bucket."

This Mr. Briggs did, meekly enough, now. There is never any sense
in a mere plebe refusing to follow the commands of a yearling.
"You will remain in that kneeling posture, mister, unless
you are released from it. Now, thrust your head down into the
water, as far as you can without interfering with your breathing.
Remain in that position. Take your hands off the floor, sir,
and do not rest them on the floor again. Continue with your head
in soak until you are directed to do otherwise."

Even Anstey had to look grimly satisfied with this punishment.
The unhappy plebe certainly did present a most laughable yet
woeful appearance. It seemed impossible to keep this position,
without occasional steadying by the hands, but it had to be done.
If the reader does not consider it a hard feat to kneel thus,
with one's head immersed in the water, the reader can easily satisfy
his curiosity on the point.

Having thus put the plebe in soak, the yearlings all turned away
from him, conversing among themselves on one subject and another.

Yet, had the plebe ventured to raise his head somewhat out of
the water, or to seek support from his hands, he would quickly
have discovered that he was being effectively if covertly watched.

Minute after minute the plebe remained "in soak." To him it seemed,
of course, like hours.

At last, when human endurance of the Briggs brand could last no
longer, the plebe gave an expected lurch sideways, falling flat,
upsetting the bucket and causing much of the water flow along his
own neck and beneath his underclothing.

"Mister, you are not on your knees, as directed," exclaimed Cadet
Prescott.

"I---I am sorry, sir, but I couldn't help falling over," replied
crestfallen Mr. Briggs, standing at attention beside his overturned
bucket.

He wriggled slightly, in a way eloquently suggestive of the water
that was trickling over his skin under his clothing.

"Did you get wet, mister?" asked Dick.

"Yes, sir."

"Skin wet?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, that is really too bad, mister," continued Prescott in a
tone that hinted at a great deal of sympathy. "You mustn't be
permitted to get chilled. Exercise is what you need."

Dick paused.

"Poor, young Mr. Briggs stood mute, blinking back.

"Milesy, may Mr. Briggs have the use