“Kess!” shouted Villum. “Dot iss vot I——”
“Oh, it’s you!” said Lee Chester, with a chuckle. “What’s your hurry?”
“Vait! You hafe mein vind pumbed avay!”
Villum hung on to Chester’s arm for a moment, then straightened up.
“Grogett hass yust gone into der house, yes, no,” he cried excitedly. “Dey vos goin’ to elegtion a gaptain, Jesty!”
“Whew!” gasped Chester. “Looks like business, eh? Think they’re going to make a choice to-night?”
“Yah, aber ve moost hellup oud Chip. I should faint fits oof dey bicked any one else. I bet you’ve moost get der poys togedder und root!”
“Say, you’re not so far off, old scout!” exclaimed Chester. “Come along! We’ll settle Randall’s hash right here!”
And the two disappeared in hot haste.
The captain and coach of the Fardale nine were engaged in animated discussion, while Villum Kess and Chester were getting to work. Captain Crockett was learning something that carried dismay to his heart, for the success of Fardale was very dear to him, and it looked as though Fardale’s hopes were going glimmering for that year.