"Hooray for Brown!" he yelled. "Hooray for Somers! Vanitas forever! One school; one ball nine; one everything! Take him down from the stand. Here I come! I want to make a speech myself."
He was pushing his way forward when Parks thrust a very large fist beneath his nose.
"No, you don't, Benny," he growled. "For once in your life be serious. This isn't any circus."
"Jealous because you can't make a speech yourself!" jeered Wilkins. "I dare you to. Let go! I want to say a word for Somers. All right, Parksy. I'll sic Captain Bunderley on you."
Aleck, with his hand on Benny's shoulder, forced him away.
"I understand the regulars don't consider this occasion important enough to bother about," continued Lawrence. "Will you fellows stand for that? Will you stand for outsiders meddling with school affairs—your affairs?"
"Hooray for Captain Bunderley!" shouted the irrepressible Benny.
The Somers party attempted in vain to stem the tide of enthusiastic cheering which greeted Owen Lawrence's words.
"I knew the boys were with us!" shouted Owen. "I feel that by your votes to-day——"
"You haven't any right to buy votes!" screeched Benny.