sitting in line on the stone wall by the roadside. Then they all slipped down and marched together along the road. There were fifteen of them, and each one wore above the watch-pocket of his waistcoat a gold pin—a miniature crown.
They turned in at a path through a field. Crossing this field and climbing over the stone wall at the farther side, they came down into a hollow in which rose an enormous granite rock. Here they seated themselves, out of sight from any one passing by on the road.
"The meeting will come to order," said Harry, rapping on the rock with a stick. "The chief business to-day is to decide whom we'll put up for president of the athletic association. I guess we're all pretty well agreed that Rupert Ormsby's the man for it."
"I'm not so sure," said Herrick.
"Who else is there?" Harry asked.
"Well, there are plenty of others. Anyway, I don't see why the Crown should put up somebody who's refused to be a mem-
