“Simply by the fact, as it seems, that a number of those who took votes and promised to support me failed to do so.”
A large number of cadets had remained away from the meeting, but now the workers rushed away to various rooms, determined to bring out every one who could be induced to come. Many a fellow who declined to come, or tried to beg off, was brought along by main force and rammed into the crowded classroom.
“It’s going to be a heavier vote this time,” said Dick.
“You bet,” nodded Brad, who still looked worried. “I opine Arlington will carry it on the next ballot.”
“What makes you think so?”
“I’ll bet he has twenty fellows pulling ’em in. If he doesn’t make it, I shall be relieved.”
“If he doesn’t make it this time,” said Dick, “his chance will grow slimmer.”
“What makes you think so?”
“His friends have secured this vote for him by their hard work, and they’ll have trouble to hold the fellows they have dragged in here. Arlington is not really popular.”
But Brad grew more and more nervous as the voting continued. The Arlington crowd made lots of noise, and it seemed that the majority of those present must favor him.