“The meeting will come to order!” he cried again.
“Order! Order!” begged George Bland and Peaches. “We can’t do anything like this.”
“What are we going to do?” asked Tommy Barton.
“Try and fix things so we can win ball games,” answered Tom Davis.
Joe did not say much. He realized that this was, in a measure, a meeting to aid him, and he felt it would be best to keep quiet. His friends were looking out for his interests.
“Order! Order!” begged Teeter again, and after many repetitions, and bangings of his gavel, he succeeded in producing some semblance of quietness.
“You all know what we’re here for,” went on Teeter.
“No, we don’t; tell us!” shouted some one.
“We’re here in the first place to make a protest against the way Hiram Shell and Luke Fodick managed the baseball team to-day,” went on Teeter, “and then we’ll consider what can be done to make things better. We ought to have won against Morningside to-day, and——”
“That’s the stuff!”