“That’s the way to talk!”
“Hit ’em again!”
These were a few of the cries that greeted Teeter’s announcement. He was very much in earnest.
“This isn’t a regular session of the athletic committee at all,” he resumed. “It’s a protest meeting, and it’s going to be sort of free and easy. Any fellow that wants to can speak his mind. I take it you all agree with me that we ought to do something.”
“That’s right!” came in a chorus.
“And we ought to protest against Hiram’s high-handed method. What about that?”
“That’s right, too,” responded several. Joe looked over the crowd. As far as he could see it was composed in the main of lads who were only probationary members of the school society—lads without voting power.
Neither Hiram nor Luke was present, and Joe could not see any of their particular crowd. He was mistaken in thinking that Hiram had no friends there, however, for no sooner had Teeter asked the last question than Jake Weston arose and asked in rather sneering tones:
“Do you call this giving a fellow a square deal?”
“What do you mean?” inquired Teeter. The room was quiet enough now.