"I want you to know that my father--" The horns and the shouts drowned his words.

He was forced to mount the steps to a high platform, and an instant later he found himself shooting down a slippery incline of planed and greased boards.
The racket stopped as Diamond scooted down the slippery surface.

He dropped sprawling into the vat of icy water.

Several hands caught hold of him, yanked him up, and thrust him down again.
"Oh, somebody shall suffer for this!" gurgled the helpless freshman, spluttering water from his mouth.
He was dragged out of the vat, and then he was forced to endure all the hustling, and thumping, and banging which Frank Merriwell had passed through.

His protests seemed to fall on deaf ears.
It had been reported that Diamond had declared that the sophomores would not dare to haze him, as his father would make it hot for them if they did.