CHAPTER XVI
A HOT MEETING
"The meeting will come to order!"
Teeter was in the chair, looking over a talking, shifting, excited crowd of lads gathered in the school gymnasium. He had assumed the office, and no one had disputed him.
"The meeting will come to order!" he cried again.
"Order! Order!" begged George Bland and Peaches. "We can't do anything like this."
"What are we going to do?" asked Tommy Barton.
"Try and fix things so we can win ball games," answered Tom Davis.
Joe did not say much. He realized that this was, in a measure, a meeting to aid him, and he felt it would be best to keep quiet. His friends were looking out for his interests.
"Order! Order!" begged Teeter again, and after many repetitions, and bangings of his gavel,
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