" Sam paused for wind, then got under way
again: "Well, some of the boys were tryin' to get him to lay down
on his stummick, and he kind of fell up against the door and it
came open and he ran out in the yard. He was tryin' to get the
blindfold off his eyes, but he couldn't because it was a towel in
a pretty hard knot; and he went tearin' all around the backyard,
and we didn't chase him, or anything. All we did was just watch
him--and that's when he fell in the cellar. Well, it didn't hurt
him any. It didn't hurt him at all; but he was muddier than what
he would of been if he'd just had sense enough to lay down in the
shack. Well, so we thought, long as he was down in the cellar
anyway, we might as well have the rest of the 'nishiation down
there. So we brought the things down and--and 'nishiated him--and
that's all. That's every bit we did to him."
"Yes," Mr. Williams said sardonically; "I see. What were the
details of the initiation?"
"Sir?"
"I want to know what else you did to him? What was the
initiation?"
"It's--it's secret," Sam murmured piteously.
"Not any longer, I assure you! The society is a thing of the past
and you'll find your friend Penrod's parents agree with me in
that.
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