The report was remembered, and he was used more severely than Frank had been.
Hazing at Yale was said to be a thing of the past, but Frank saw it was still carried on secretly.
"Make a speech, fresh!" shouted a voice.
"Speech! speech!" yelled the masked lads.
Diamond was placed on a low table.
For a moment he hesitated, and then he fancied he saw his opportunity to make a protest that would be heard.
"I will make a speech," he declared.

"I'll tell you young ruffians what I think of you and what--" Swish! a sponge that was dripping with dirty water struck him square in the mouth.

Some of the water went down his throat, and he choked and strangled.
The table was jerked from beneath his feet, and he fell into the waiting arms of the masked sophomores.
"He called us ruffians! Give it to him!" Then the unfortunate freshman was used worse than ever.

He was tossed in a blanket, given a powerful shock of electricity, deafened by the horns, pounded with the stuffed clubs, and hustled till there was scarcely any breath left in his body.
Then the bandage was torn from Diamond's eyes and he was confronted by the guillotine, over which fresh red ink had been liberally spattered.
The blade of the huge knife was dripping in a gory manner, and it really looked as if it had just completed a deadly piece of work.
Despite himself, the young Virginian shivered when his eyes rested on the apparently blood-stained blade.
"Be careful!" some one distinctly whispered.

"We do not want to kill more than one freshman in a night." Some one else spoke of the frightful manner in which the knife had cut Merriwell, and then, despite his feeble struggles, Diamond was placed upon the instrument of torture.
"The other fresh died game," muttered the executioner.