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do it, Nat! Here is where you get a first-class, A No. 1, bath!" was the cry, and then the victim was sent flat on his back on the wooden slide. He let up a shriek of agony, and another shriek as he commenced to slide down. Then he lost his nerve completely, and uttered yell after yell, only ending when he struck the sawdust with such force that he turned a complete somersault and got some sawdust in his mouth and nose.

      "My, but he certainly knows how to scream!" remarked Dave, as he and the others rushed below, to join the crowd. "I hope he doesn't rouse the neighborhood."

      When the cloth was removed from Nat's eyes, and he had a chance to see where he had landed, he was the maddest lad present. All the other victims were laughing at him, and the club members almost doubled up in their mirth.

      "Think you're smart, don't you?" he snarled. "But you just wait!"

      "Want more of the initiation?" demanded Buster.

      "No, I don't! You let me go! I'm going back to the school!"

      "So are we, Nat, and you'll go with us," answered Shadow. "Don't let him get away from us!" he whispered to his friends.

      "Well, this winds up the initiation," said Buster, throwing off his headgear, a movement that was followed by the others. "You fellows are now full-fledged members of the Gee Eyes."

      "And I'm glad it is over," answered one of the victims. "Say, but that was a dandy shoot the chutes!" he added, half in admiration.

      "It is not quite as firm as it might be," said Dave. "It needs more bracing up on the sides. The carpenters aren't done, I suppose."

      "I thought it was mighty shaky myself," put in Phil. "Why, once I thought it was going down with us."

      "Oh, it's as sound as a dollar!" cried Shadow. "Of course, with such a crowd----"

      Shadow did not finish, for from above the boys in the sawdust pit, there came a sudden ominous cracking. In the semi-darkness of the night they saw a brace snap in twain. Another brace quickly followed, and then the wooden slide commenced to sway from side to side.

      "It's coming down!" yelled Roger, hoarsely. "Get out of here quick--unless you want to be killed!"

      CHAPTER XIX

      SNEAK AGAINST SNEAK

      It was a time of extreme peril for the boys in the sawdust pit at the bottom of the wooden slide, and nobody realized this more thoroughly than did Dave. In some manner the wooden bracings had become loosened, and the ponderous slide was in danger of coming down with a mighty crash on their heads. If it did this, more than likely some of the lads would be seriously injured, if not killed.

      "Jump from the pit!" yelled Dave, and caught Phil by one hand and Roger by the other. All made a wild scramble, kicking the sawdust in all directions.

      "Let me get out of here!"

      "Confound this robe, I'm all tangled up in it!"

      "My foot is caught! Help me, won't you?"

      Such were some of the cries that arose, as, in a bunch, the boys tried to get out of the sawdust pit. All succeeded but Buster Beggs, who, while on the rim of the pit, slipped and fell back,--just as another brace snapped, and the ponderous wooden slide sagged still more.

      "Help me!" yelled Buster. "Don't leave me, fellows!"

      "Here, give me your hand!" cried Dave, turning back, and as the hand was thrust towards him, he gave a jerk that brought Buster out in a hurry. By this time most of the boys had run to a safe distance, and Dave and Buster lost no time in following.

      "All here?" demanded Ben. The lanterns had been left behind, so that they could see only with difficulty.

      A rapid count was made, and it was learned that all were safe. One student had scratched his face, and another had wrenched his ankle, but in the excitement these minor injuries were scarcely noticed.

      "Thank fortune we are out of that!" panted Phil.

      "I'm mighty glad I wasn't killed," added Luke.

      "I wonder if the slide is really coming down after all," remarked Sam. "It doesn't seem to be moving any more."

      All peered forth in the semi-darkness at the big wooden affair. It had sagged in the middle, and the top had twisted several feet to one side. Another brace looked as if it was on the point of breaking and letting it down still further.

      "Better get out of here," said Nat Poole. "If the owner of the ice-houses finds this out he'll make you pay for the busted slide."

      "Well, I think we ought to pay for it, anyway," answered Dave, quickly. "We broke it."

      "Huh! I wouldn't pay a cent unless I had to," grumbled the money-lender's son.

      "What about our lanterns?" asked Roger.

      "That's so!" exclaimed Ben. "They are all up in the ice-house, or down in the sawdust pit."

      "We can't leave them there,--they may set fire to something," said Phil.

      "We'll have to get them," decided Dave.

      "Oh, but that's dangerous!" cried one of the students who had just been initiated. "Why, the slide might come down just as we were getting the lanterns!"

      "Yes, and I don't want to be killed for the sake of four or five lanterns," added another.

      "It's not a question of the worth of the lanterns," said Dave. "We mustn't leave them here because of the danger of fire. If we left them, and the ice-houses burnt down, we'd have a nice bill to pay!"

      "Oh, don't croak so much!" growled Nat Poole. "I'm going back to school. It's cold here."

      "You stay where you are, Nat!" cried Ben, catching him by the arm. "You'll go back with the rest of us, and not before."

      With caution Dave, followed by Phil and Shadow, approached the ice-house, and climbed up one of the ladders nailed to the side of the building. Then they ventured out on a corner of the slide, and secured two of the lanterns.

      "We'll have to go down part of the slide for that other," said the shipowner's son.

      "No, don't do that, for your weight may bring the slide down," returned Dave. "I'll get a long stick and see if I can't get the lantern with that."

      A stick was handy, and fixing a bent nail in the end, Dave reached down, and after a little trouble secured the lantern. Then the boys went below and secured the lanterns in the sawdust pit.

      "Hi! what are you boys doing here?" demanded an unexpected voice from out of the darkness, and by the light of the lanterns the students saw a man approaching. He had a stick in one hand and an old-fashioned horse-pistol in the other.

      "Who are you?" questioned Buster, as leader of the Gee Eyes.

      "Who am I? I am Bill Cameron, the owner of these ice-houses, that's who I am! And I know you, in spite of them tomfoolery dresses you've got on. You're boys from Oak Hall."

      "You've hit the nail on the head, Mr. Cameron!" cried Phil. "Glad to see you!" And he walked forward and held out his hand.

      "Who be you?" demanded Bill Cameron, and peered at the shipowner's son curiously. "Well, I declare, if it ain't the young man as stopped the runaway hoss fer my wife! Glad to see you!" And the ice-house man shook hands cordially. "Up to some secret fun, I suppose."

      "Yes, sir."

      "I thought I heard a yellin' around the ice-houses, and I told my wife I'd dress and come over and see what it meant. Hope you ain't done no damage," the man continued, somewhat anxiously.

      "We

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