“Good! Fifty and fifteen are—”
“Is,” corrected Chub.
“Am—sixty-five,” said Dick. “That’s a good starter.”
“Sure!” laughed Roy. “We only need twenty-nine thousand nine hundred and thirty-five more!”
“Oh, maybe it won’t take thirty thousand,” said Dick cheerfully. “I only guessed at it. We’ll find out about that the first thing.”
“Well, there’s no harm in trying,” said Roy. “And it’ll be good fun whether anything comes of it or not. But I vote that Chub be made president because I’m going to be too busy during the next two months to attend properly to the duties of the office. You see, hockey doesn’t leave much time for other things.”
“Not me, though,” Chub protested. “I never was president of anything, and don’t know what you do. Besides, I’m going to be pretty busy myself in another six weeks. Base-ball candidates are coming out early this year. Dick’s the man for president; he started the trouble and the subscriptions. All in favor—”
“I’d just as lief serve as president,” said Dick, “only I may be busy myself pretty soon.”
“What at?” asked Chub.