“So does mine,” interrupted Arthur. “It’s almost sixteen after. The polls are supposed to close at three-fifteen.”
“My watch says three-thirteen,” said Hiltz angrily, “and I know that it is right. Besides, if it isn’t, you didn’t open the polls until four minutes after three. You’ve got to allow fifteen minutes, Chambers.”
“Well, I guess there’s no objection to that, is there?” asked Chambers, glancing around.
But it seemed that there was much objection, and things began to get noisy and disputatious in Room F. And just when Chambers was insisting on silence there was a knock on the door.
“He’s come!” groaned Arthur.
But when the door opened it was only the messenger that entered.
“Did you find him?” called Hiltz, hurrying across the room. “Is he coming?”
“Couldn’t find him anywhere, Jake. I’ve been all over the school!”
Hiltz glared a moment at the boy and then turned on his heel and walked to the window, and——
“Polls closed!” announced Chambers.