"All right, then," said Rob, looking round at the row of smiling faces. He didn't see why they should all grin so and stare at him. "I'm with the rest."
"Glad to hear it," said Poole, with a wink at his neighbor. "Here's the result."
Rob took the slip of paper and read with a thrill of astonishment and joy that for a few seconds deprived him of the power of speech:—
"Unanimous choice for Captain of the Nine—Robert Owen."
And here we leave our embarrassed catcher vainly struggling for fitting words in which to express his gratitude. His experiences as a Seaton senior, with the vicissitudes of the captains three, are recorded in the chronicles of "The Great Year."