"No, not all," answered Harriet significantly. The two girls gave her a
quick, sharp look.

"What do you mean?" questioned Patricia, taking a step nearer.

"I had not intended to say anything about it this evening. However, as
long as you have started the conversation in that direction, I will, but I
will say what I have to say to Miss Kidder," replied Harriet steadily.

Harriet turned to her cot. From beneath, the blankets she drew out the
towel and stepping over handed it to Cora.

"What is this?"

"Your towel, I believe."

"My towel? What are you doing with it?" demanded the girl, fixing an angry
look upon the calm face of Harriet Burrell.

"It is the towel you bound about my head last night when you helped to
kidnap me and take me to the pool where I took my midnight initiation,"
answered Harriet, looking the girl straight in the eyes.

She had taken considerable chance in accusing Cora Kidder of complicity in
the hazing of the previous night, but the sudden pallor on the face of the
girl told Harriet that her shot had gone home.