And then Frank Windsor, who was Harry's roommate, spoke up:—
"What's the matter with Harry? I bet we could elect him!"
There was a general murmur of applause at this, and Harry turned red and laughed. "Oh, talk sense," he urged. "Who is there that can stand the least show against Rupert Ormsby?"
"That's all right," Frank Windsor persisted. "I'm talking sense."
"Harry's about the most popular fellow in the school," said Bruce Watson.
"Yes. And it makes no difference if he is n't a great athlete. It's popularity that counts."
"He'll make a good deal better speech than Rupert Ormsby would."
"He'll be on one of the club football-teams if he is n't on the school team—and that's athlete enough, really."
"Oh rot!" Harry, blushing furiously, interrupted this confused, many-voiced recital of his qualifications. "You all know as well
