“Did they elect a captain?” asked Harry gravely.
Kendall nodded again. There was a silence. Finally and rather sheepishly Kendall said:
“What do you suppose those fellows did, Gerald?”
“What fellows?” asked Gerald, suppressing a grin.
Kendall nodded vaguely in the direction of commons. “Those fellows, the—the football team.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Raised rough-house, I suppose. What did they do, Kendall?”
“They—they”—Kendall found himself blushing—“they made me captain!”
“What!” Gerald turned and viewed the grinning Harry in wild amazement. “Why, I was never so surprised in all my life!”
THE END