THE INITIATION
For a moment after the unexpected support of Teeter’s ultimatum to Hiram there was a tense silence. The lads who had come in with the bully—his supporting army so to speak—remained grouped around him and Luke. On the other side stood Teeter, Peaches, Tom, Joe and their friends, and a number of the better players of the school nine. Included among them were a number of the substitutes.
Hiram Shell looked around him. He must have been aware that his power might slip very easily from him now, unless something was done. It was no time to pursue his usual tactics. He must temporize, but he made up his mind that those who had revolted from his authority would pay dearly for it sooner or later.
“Well, what do you fellows want?” he fairly growled.
“I’ll tell you what we want,” said Teeter firmly. “In the first place we want this business of shifting players all about, stopped. A fellow gets used to playing in one position and he’s best there. Then you or Luke change him.”
“Well, hasn’t the captain the right to do that?” demanded Luke.
“Sure, yes,” spoke Peaches, “but when you get a good lad in a good place keep him there.”
“Is that all?” sneered Hiram.
“No, we think there ought to be better pitching,” went on the self-constituted chairman.
“Ha! I guess that’s where the whole trouble is!” cried Hiram quickly. “This meeting is for the benefit of Joe Matson.”