"Here is the result, Frank," said the Director, handing him the ballots and a little slip of paper on which he had written the names and number of votes. "Read it."
There was a breathless silence when Frank rose, and every member exhibited the deepest interest in the proceedings.
"Whole number of votes, thirteen," the coxswain read from the paper. "Necessary for a choice, seven. Charles Hardy has one; Frederic Harper has one; and Anthony Weston has eleven, and is elected coxswain of the club for the ensuing two weeks."
"Three cheers for Tony Weston!" shouted Fred Harper, rising. "One."
The cheers were given with hearty good-will and emphasis.
"Mr. Chairman," said Charles, "I move we make the vote unanimous."
Charles had been reading the proceedings of a political nominating convention, where they make the nomination unanimous so as to show the unity of the party; and his ideas were rather confused.
"Those in favor of Anthony Weston for coxswain the next two weeks say 'Ay,'" continued Frank.
"Ay!"
"It is a unanimous vote. Tony, I am happy to vacate my chair for you, and I feel that it could not be filled by a more worthy member," said Frank, leaving his armchair.