before we hold an election—I mean, before we vote," said Sam Day, mounting a chair.
"Oh, dry up, and let us cast out ballots!" muttered Nat Poole.
"I wish to speak in favor of Henry Fordham, whom all old students of Oak Hall know so well," continued Sam. "He knows"
"Vote! vote! Let us vote!" called out several new students loudly, and it was seen that they were urged on by Guy Frapley.
In a moment half a dozen students were speaking at once, and it took several minutes for the chairman of the meeting to restore silence. Then Sam was allowed to make a short speech and he was followed by Dave, both speaking in favor of Fordham. Then a new student spoke in favor of Rand, and then the voting began.
The result was a painful surprise for Fordham, and equally painful to Dave and his chums. So well had Nat Poole, Guy Frapley, and their cohorts laid their plans that John Rand was elected manager of the coming eleven by a majority of five votes.
"It is all up with our crowd!" murmured Roger to Dave, when the result was announced. "That crowd has got votes enough to ride over us roughshod, and it is going to do it."
And the senator's son was right, as later events speedily proved. The new football team, made
