“Mr. Chairman!” shouted Kerr, springing to his feet, his face strangely white.
“Mr. Bascome has the floor,” spoke Mr. Leighton quietly.
“Name your man!” was the cry from half a score of youths.
“I nominate Ford Fenton for manager!” shouted Bascome, for he saw the rising temper of some of the students.
“Second it,” came from Henry Delfield, who was the closest chum of the rich lad.
“Move the nominations close!” cried Tom quickly, and this time Phil Clinton seconded it. The battle was on.
“Two students have been nominated,” remarked Mr. Leighton, when the usual formalities had been completed. “How will you vote on them, by ballot or——”
“Show of hands!” cried Tom. “We want to see who’s with us and who’s against us,” he added in a whisper to Phil and Sid.
“I demand a written ballot,” called out Bascome.