TRIED BY THE "PIGS."
If Miller had not been guilty of the assault upon Frank, he might
possibly have had faith that no Yale student would do him a serious
injury, though that is doubtful, for he had the idea which many ignorant
people hold that students are nothing short of young barbarians when
they get to playing pranks.
As it was, he was fully convinced that he was in for the most horrible
tortures, even if he were permitted to escape with his life.
He was in such an agony of fear that if he could have done so he would
have disregarded the threats of the leader and yelled at the top of his
lungs, but his very fear prevented this, to say nothing of the fact that
one of the students kept his hand ready to close over Miller's mouth.
The cigar dealer was so paralyzed with terror that he could only
chatter. A few disjointed words came out which seemed to be to the
effect that he hadn't done it purposely.
If the students had needed any further proof that he was the guilty
party, this would have settled it.
They were sufficiently satisfied, however, before they began their
operations, and this partial admission merely stimulated them to more
active work.
The dozen or so who had come out in hoods to capture the man, surrounded
him and walked him rapidly toward the building in which the Pi Gamma had
its rooms.
In so doing they passed more than one person on the streets, but no more
than a little curious attention was paid to them.
Whoever saw them supposed that some process in a secret society
initiation was going on, and if they caught sight of the unhooded figure
in the middle of the group, they undoubtedly supposed that it was a
neophyte.
Miller longed undoubtedly to cry for help whenever the party met
anybody, but with a student clinging to each arm and hands raised to
choke his voice, he dared not so much as whisper.
So at length he was brought without interruption to the back entrance of
the building, where he was hustled into the doorway and blindfolded.
There, strangely enough, he found his tongue for a moment.
"You fellers let me alone, or you'll all go to jail for it," he
muttered.
A chorus of hoarse, long-drawn "ahs!" was the answer to this.
The outer door was closed then, and Miller was told to kneel.
"I won't do it!" he protested. "I'm not going to have my head struck off
with an ax----"
"Kneel, you scoundrel!" cried the voice of Baker, who was the leader of
the party.
They did not wait for him to kneel, but pushed him to his knees. He
found himself as the neophytes did, at the bottom of a stairway; then
they told him to mount, and prodded him in the back and legs to make him
start on.
Miller started, for he could not help himself. His journey upward then
was like that described in the case of Frank during his initiation.
What he felt cannot be described, for Miller, so far as is known, never
told anybody about it.
He arrived at the top of the long, winding flight of stairs in a state
of almost complete collapse. The noise had been more deafening and
hideous than ever had been endured by any neophyte.
The whole force of the Pi Gamma were out to make the thing a success,
and every kind of racket that ingenuity could devise was added to the
usual programme.
When at last Miller found that there were no other steps ahead of him to
be climbed, he stumbled forward, face downward, and lay upon the floor
gasping and groaning.
The noise suddenly ceased, for Baker had held up his hand and the
students who understood the programme obeyed his silent command
immediately.
"The mystic gates have been passed," remarked Baker, in a solemn tone.
"It is understood that the person who has thus entered within the circle
of Pi Gamma is not a member and that he has been permitted to come here
simply that he may defend his own life.
"We will, therefore, proceed to try him at once. Set the prisoner on his
feet."
A couple of students lifted Miller up, and obeying another sign from
Baker, took the bandage from his eyes.
Miller looked around then with a stare of fright and surprise. The
hooded figures had disappeared and in their places were students dressed
just as he was accustomed to seeing them.
The room was a large one, but what it contained besides the students he
was too frightened to notice. His knees were shaking and his lips
quivered, although in the presence of these rather familiar faces he
tried to pull himself together and look cool.
"Miller," said Baker, sternly, standing squarely in front of him, "you
are in a very serious situation, and it is necessary for your safety
that you should have as good control of yourself as possible. We intend
to give you every chance for your life."
"I ain't done nothing!" muttered Miller.
"That will be found out later," was the stern reply; "meantime you're in
no condition to defend yourself. We'll give you a bracer so that you may
be able to understand what goes on and take part in it the best way you
know how."
With this Baker nodded to a senior, who immediately came forward with a
glass filled with some kind of liquor.
"Drink this," said Baker.
He held it out to Miller, who took it with a trembling hand.
"You're going to poison me," he stammered.
"In the presence of all these witnesses?" returned Baker, sharply.
"Hardly. The stuff will not harm you; if you don't drink it you'll be
worse off."
Miller still hesitated. He looked doubtfully at the liquor, smelled of
it and then stared helplessly at the faces around him.
Baker raised his hand. At the signal every student seized a club of some
kind and got in a circle around Miller, holding the clubs up.
"We don't want any nonsense about this," said Baker then. "You can
either drink that dose now or the clubs will fall."
The instant he had spoken every student brought his club down hard upon
the floor close to Miller's feet. The man fairly danced in an agony of
fear, and a part of the liquor fell from the glass.
"Drink!" thundered Baker.
The cigar dealer then put the glass to his lips and poured it down with
one gulp. Baker nodded in a satisfied way.
"Now put him in the prisoner's chair!" he said.
Two of the students then led Miller trembling and more than half
convinced that he had taken deadly poison, to the swing in which the
neophytes had been drawn up to the ceiling.
Miller was seated in the chains and told to grip the chain and then the
windlass was worked, and he was raised three or four feet from the
floor.
The students grouped themselves in front of him, seated on chairs; Baker
alone remained standing.
It seemed to Miller then as if everybody moved very slowly. He thought
he could count a hundred between every two words that were uttered.
Before many minutes had passed it seemed to him as if he had been a year
in this place.
This sensation on his part was due to the liquor he had drunk. It was a
harmless preparation of hasheesh, a well-known Indian drug that, taken
in sufficient quantities, is poisonous, but in small doses produces
simply a half dream-like effect upon the mind that causes the time to
seem intolerably long.
It is a dangerous drug to fool with, but the preparation of it in this
instance had been made by a senior who was the best student in college
in the department of chemistry.
He knew just how to put it together so that the effect on Miller's brain
would not endure for more than two hours and would leave him entirely
uninjured. As he expressed it:
"It won't do him half as much harm as an ordinary jag, and he'll
remember everything that occurs during the time that he's drugged, and
everything that's done will impress him most seriously."
Taking his fear and the influence of the drug together, therefore,
Miller was in very ripe condition for the trial that then took place.
It was really very brief, for knowing that the time was passing slowly
to the victim, the students hurried through the proceeding in order to
get more quickly to the climax.
"Miller," said Baker, sternly, "you are accused of pushing Frank
Merriwell in front of a moving car. What have you to say for yourself?"
"I--I--I----" stammered Miller, very slowly.
"If you're going to tell the truth," interrupted Baker, "you can take
less time about it. We know the facts, for you were seen by four of us
and recognized. We should have let the matter pass if it hadn't resulted
fatally."
"I didn't go for to do any real harm," answered Miller, the perspiration
breaking out upon his face.
"But you admit that you did do it?"
"I just thought I'd give him a scare."
"Very well, gentlemen," said Baker, calmly, "what's your verdict?"
"Guilty!" thundered the students in chorus.
Miller trembled so that the chains to which he was clinging rattled.
"See here," he said, feebly, "I don't see how it could be fatal, for I
heard that Frank Merriwell was seen around on the streets day before
yesterday."
"Then you doubt, do you, that your cowardly trick has proved fatal?"
"How could it," asked Miller, "if he was going around just as usual? I
think this is some infernal trick of you students----"
"You'd better speak respectfully."
"Well," stammered Miller, "I don't want to cause no offense, but you
told me I could defend myself, and I ain't going to believe that Frank
Merriwell was seriously hurt. I'm sorry for it if he was, and I won't do
it again."
"Take him down and let him see the body of his victim!" said Baker, in a
solemn tone.
Miller started so when he heard this that he almost fell out of the
chain loop. The windlass creaked, and he was set down on the floor.
Baker's command had set his fears going afresh, and he trembled so that
he could hardly stand upright. A couple of students caught him by the
arms and pushed rather than led him to one of the small rooms of the
order.
A door was opened and Miller was forced inside. He gave a loud gasp when
he entered, fell upon his knees, and beat his hands helplessly upon the
floor.