“Well, there are two vacancies. What do you say for one?”
“Do I know the other fellows?”
“Most of them,” and Braider repeated a string of names, among which were those of a few well-known heroes of the Fifth and Fourth.
“They’re all jolly fellows,” said Braider, “and, back up one another like one o’clock. It was your plucky show up at Grandcourt that made them think of having you; and if you join you’ll just be in time for the next concert. What do you say?”
Dick didn’t like to say no; and not being a youth who dallied much between the positive and the negative, he said:
“All serene, Braider, if they really want it.”
“Of course they do, old man,” said Braider, in tones of satisfaction; “they’ll be jolly glad. Mind you don’t go talking about it to any one, you know. They’re very select, and don’t want all Templeton wanting to join.”
“When’s the election?” asked Dick.
“Oh! to-day week. There’s one fellow, Culver, up against you; but he’s got no chance. One black ball in six excludes, so it’s always a close run.”
“Do you think there would be any chance for young Heathcote?”