This was a point upon which Tom had often debated, although he had never dared to propose it to the society; and, for his own part, he hoped that the question would be decided in the affirmative; for then their democratic form of government would be abolished, and he, being the grand commander of the council, would become supreme ruler. He could manage the society as he pleased, and whenever there was any dangerous work to be done, he could keep out of harm’s way.
“I think it ought to be so,” said he, after thinking a moment; “for what’s the use of having any officers at all, if some are not allowed more authority than others? Let’s put it to a vote.”
This suggestion was at once acted upon, and the Night-hawks decided that one officer had no business to order another about; that such a course would certainly establish an aristocracy or a despotism, and that was something to which they would not submit.
“You are all wrong, boys,” said the commander, who did not seem to be very well pleased with the result of the vote. “In carrying out our plans, some one must run a little risk; but now, how shall we decide who it is to be?”
“Newcombe is the man!” said Johnny Harding. “He’s the strongest and bravest fellow in the society He is not afraid of anything. You’ll do it, won’t you, Tom?”
“Certainly I will,” replied the grand commander, who never could withstand such an appeal. “What is it?”
“Let us walk over this way, a little more out of sight,” said one of the boys, “and then we can discuss the matter without fear of being overheard.”
The Night-hawks moved off to the edge of the common, and, after the sentries had again been posted, they seated themselves on the grass to talk over their plans.