“Fellows, all those in favor of the election of Wayne Gordon to the captaincy of the track team for the ensuing year will so signify by rising.”
Every fellow save Wayne was on his feet.
“Gordon is elected,” said Don.
“Unanimously!” cried Perkins.
“Fellows,” continued the ex-captain, “I call for three cheers for Gordon.”
And they were given with a will. Wayne, rather pale and uncomfortable, arose.
“Speech! speech!” laughed a number. Wayne cleared his throat, opened his mouth, shut it again, looked appealingly at Don, and sank back into his chair. But the team was not satisfied, and renewed calls for a speech arose.
“Speak your piece, Wayne!” called Dave, and Wayne got up again and started bravely.
“I can’t make a speech. But I thank you for what you’ve done, fellows. I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake in electing me; I don’t know much about athletics, but I’ll learn; perhaps Don here will help me.”