“I should think four or five of us could do the business. Each one of the four, say, might see five of the twenty fellows between now and school time to-morrow and try to get to the bottom of this, and at the same time try to get as many as possible of the twenty to vote for Graham,” said Sherman.
“It’s the best thing we can do,” said Gordon, “though, if they’ve promised Griffin their votes—” he added doubtfully.
“If they’ve promised because of false statements made to them, they have surely a right to change their votes,” said Clark.
“That’s so,” said Raleigh; “but see here, can’t we keep this thing quiet, so that if we do succeed in making enough fellows change their votes to elect Graham, that Coyle and his crowd shall not suspect it?”
“It would be fine if we could keep them in the dark and turn the tables on them to-morrow at the election,” laughed Hamlin.
“Wouldn’t it, though!” chuckled Reed. “Let’s try for it, do!”
“I’ll be only too thankful if we can put Graham in, anyhow,” said Gordon in a troubled voice. “Griffin’s influence is bad—a good deal worse than Professor Keene suspects, or he’d never in the world allow him to be a candidate.”
“If that is so, Professor Keene ought to know it,” said Clark.
“Nobody in this crowd goes in for telling tales,” cried Lee, with a look at Clark that pointed the remark.
Clark colored and turned away, but instantly Hamlin’s arm was thrown across his shoulders, and Hamlin’s clear voice rang out indignantly:—