Mr. Beaver ran. With a dart he shot for the stair.
The members of the club escorted Mr. McGowan to the Captain’s home. As he said good night, Hank Simpson came forward.
“Mr. McGowan, the fellers want to know if you’ll be one of our members in regular standing.”
Mr. McGowan expressed his delight, and declared he would like nothing better.
“He’s ’lected, fellers!” shouted Hank.
A ringing cheer went up from the crowd. The Captain said to Elizabeth the next morning, when recounting what had taken place, “I was ’feared that Mack would be mad as hops the way them fellers carried on, but he wa’n’t, not a mite. He seemed tolerable pleased about it. When the fellers asked a lot of foolish questions as to what was the matter 113 with Mr. McGowan, and then answered them by saying that he was all right, Mack looked as happy as a school kid.”
Hank once more whispered to the minister. The answer was apparently satisfactory, for the boys gave a parting cheer, declaring that they would all be present in church the following Sunday.