“I don’t like the sound of it,” Hansel objected.
“No, I don’t either. But it’s in a good cause. I don’t like shoving myself forward for an office, either, but it’ll have to be done.” Phin paused with screwdriver suspended in mid-air. “Come to think of it,” he said, “there’s going to be a meeting of the school next Saturday night to elect a new assistant manager of the football team; Bliss didn’t come back this fall. I wonder—” He stopped and pondered a moment. “I can’t really afford the time, but—I’ll do it; I’ll stand for the assistant managership.”
“You will?” cried Hansel. “That’ll be great. If you do that you’ll be manager next year and——”
“And you’ll be captain,” said Phin quietly.
“Captain!”
“Why not? Just keep from being injured and laid off the team, that’s all you’ll have to do. You’re a star player, and the fellows on the team like you already.”
Hansel flushed.
“It isn’t likely they’d elect me, though,” he objected. “There’s Royle, who has been here for two years already, and Cotton——”
“He graduates.”