"Roycroft—Roycroft!"
The big guard, red-faced and flustered, found himself being pushed toward Coach Steele. His emphatic protests fell on unheeding ears.
"Quit it, fellows," he commanded, almost angrily. "If the coach didn't want me on the team that settles it."
"Don't roll off any such chicken-hearted stuff as that," growled Owen Lawrence. "We've been handed a raw deal, and it's time to us we said something."
"This looks like the beginning of a real revolution," grinned Benny Wilkins, who had walked over.
"We might as well have a little talk with Mr. Steele right now," suggested "Crackers."
"That's right; strike while the Steele is cool," piped Benny.
"Let go, fellows!" cried Earl. "Stop shoving, Luke Phelps. If I'm satisfied, you haven't any right to fuss about it."
"Oh, yes, we have. It's for the good of the school," declared "Crackers" emphatically. "I told you all along how things would turn out. A protest in time may save nine awful explosions."