"Bind and gag 'em, and take 'em down to the gym.

We can finish hazing 'em there!" "Get into the room!" whispered Dick.

"Hurry up, and barricade the door!" "Right you are, but no more hose water for me," answered Tom, and pulled on the rubber with all his might.

It parted about half way down the hallway, and into the room he darted with the piece in his hands.
Then Sam and Dick closed the door, locked it, and shoved a bed and the table against the barrier.

They also turned the button of the transom window so that the glass could not be swung back as before.
"Now they can't get in unless they break in," said Dick grimly, "and I doubt if they'll dare to do that." "Say, maybe I'm not wet," remarked Sam, surveying his dripping shirt.
"Never mind; we sent as good as we got, and more," answered Tom with a grin.