“Yes, praises be! And Prentiss’s, too.”
“Who will be captain next year, then?”
“I don’t know. Hop and Prentiss will arrange that between them. I think, though, that Joe Law is getting into line for the honor. Or maybe the mantle will descend upon Miller.”
“But don’t they hold an election?”
“Sort of a one. It’s all fixed beforehand, though. Hop will tell the fellows whom he wants elected and they’ll vote as he tells them to. It’s rather a farce. The whole thing’s a farce. But we’re going to change it, fellows.”
“Are we?” laughed Malcolm. “And how are we going to do it?”
Rob shook his head mysteriously.
“You wait and see,” he answered.
It was still early when they reached the dormitory and they went into Malcolm’s room and made themselves comfortable and continued their discussion of the football situation. Rob was extremely eloquent this evening and derived a lot of pleasure in hauling Hopkins and Prentiss over the coals.