"I want to be captain," said Sid, curtly.
"Can't nom'nate yourself," ruled the president. "Somebody's got to do it for you."
"Somebody's got to second it, too," supplemented John.
Sid gazed helplessly about. Truly this newly made maze of parliamentary law was bewildering. "Nobody's seconded John's," he said at last.
"Second John's nom'nation," said Skinny Mosher promptly.
"All those in favor of John as captain—"
Sid sprang to his feet. "Wait a minute," he snapped. "You fellows think you're smart, but let me tell you something. I said I was going to be captain, and I am."
"You!" sneered John. "Why, you lost the game with Room Six's team 'cause you couldn't stop an easy grounder. Let it roll between your legs, you did."
"Don't care," was the stubborn reply. "I'm going to be captain. Whose league ball did the team use last year?"
"Yours," admitted Silvey, reluctantly.