“Why, sure,” said Bill, rising.
“Come on, Siebold.”
“Too busy reading. Nothing to it, anyway.” Siebold didn’t even look up from his book.
“Is that so?” Sadler was angry. It was evident that he was willing to oppose the captain. Bill thought he saw an opportunity right here.
“He has only one vote,” he said, “and I understand that all of us who care to may have a say. I know several fellows who——”
Bill got no further. Siebold began to see that it might be best to permit no defection from his ranks and no outside interference. He followed the others out and across the campus, no word being said all the way by the several boys who, in part, made up the executive committee on baseball. They filed into the gym and got Mr. Gay into their conference.
“Now, then, Brown, what have you got under your skin?” said Siebold testily.
“You heard me in the library,” said Bill.
“Balderdash! There isn’t a fellow in the school who can pitch like Maxwell.”
“Oh, yes, there is, Siebold,” said Mr. Gay. “There’s no one who can play first base like Maxwell and your first baseman says he has a glass arm and is done. We have a pitcher who can pitch.”