But you must take the plunge." "Oh, dear me! I can't--" "Forward, and be lively about it.

We will fish you out with a crab net." "But I--I can't swim with my hands tied behind me!" chattered poor Tubbs.
"Yes, you can.

Forward now! Ha, fellows, he will not go.

Jab him with the pitchfork!" At this a student stepped behind Tubbs and pricked his back with a pin.
The fashionable youth let out a yell of terror, and then, certain that he was about to take an awful plunge into some deep part of the lake, made a desperate leap forward.
A wild shriek of laughter rang out as Tubbs made the leap.

He had jumped across a narrow brook not six inches deep and landed sprawling on the grass beyond.
"You are now initiated," said one of the masked cadets, when the laughter had somewhat died away.