Yorke pulled a long face when he read it.
“There’s no truth in it, surely?” said he.
“I can’t answer for any foolery the juniors have been up to; but apart from that, it’s a sheer lie, and the fellows deserve to be kicked.”
“Much better offer them a new election,” said the captain.
“What! They’ll get their man in.”
“My dear fellow, suppose they do. You’ll still belong to Fellsgarth. They mustn’t have a chance of saying they don’t get fair play.”
“Well, perhaps you’re right. I don’t care twopence about the treasurership, but I wouldn’t like to be beaten by Brinkman.”
“I hope you won’t be, old man,” said the captain.
Next morning, when fellows got up, they found the following notice on the boards:
“Elections.