appointed a committee to tell you that you are expected, as president of the athletic association, to stand up in a few minutes and do your duty."
Rupert and Clark both looked at him in astonishment.
"What do you mean?" asked Rupert.
"That's right, Rupe!" Stoddard broke in excitedly. "Harry resigned the presidency a little while ago, and you were unanimously elected."
"We knew you were the only real athlete in the school, even if you were sick," Herrick added.
Rupert looked from one to another. A faint flush of color had come into his pale cheeks.
"This is your doing, Harry," he said at last, with a tremor of reproach and gratitude in his voice. "You ought not to have done it, old man. You ought not to have done it."
"He ought," said Clark Harding abruptly. His voice was gruff, and the grip that he fastened on his brother's arm was hard, yet Harry knew there was tenderness in both.
