“Go on!” answered Tom, forgetting his parliamentary language.
“I beg to tender my resignation as manager of the Randall baseball nine!” cried Ed.
“No! No!”
“We won’t take it!”
“Make him sit down!”
“Don’t listen to him!”
“Let’s haze Bascome!”
“Fellows, will you be quiet?” begged Tom. “I won’t recognize anyone until you’re quiet!” and he banged away.
Gradually there came a hush, while both Bascome and Kerr remained on their feet.
“There is a question before the house,” went on the captain, “and until that is settled I can’t listen to anything else. Mr. Bascome wants to know whether the present financial trouble of the nine is not due to the manager. How do you answer him?”