"Say Dan, we'll have to have a meeting of the athletic committee right away, and take some action on this. If we can't use that grandstand for the Canton game, we'll lose a lot of money, and, goodness knows, we need the coin this year."
"That's right," came in a chorus from the others. Mr. Lighton, the coach, came up just then, and agreed that immediate action was necessary, late as it was.
The students were walking about the ruined stand, oblivious to the pelting rain, and they might have stayed there a long time, had not Mr. Zane bustled up to inspect the wreck.
"Now, then, young gentlemen," he said, "you had better all get back to your rooms. There is nothing more to see, and there might be some danger. The wind is increasing."
"I hope no more stands blow down," murmured Tom.
"Mr. Zane, we want to have a meeting of the athletic committee, to take measures for rebuilding the stand," spoke the football captain. "May we?"
"To-night?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm going to make a report of this to Dr. Churchill, and you may come, if you like. Also Mr. Lighton, and two or three members of the committee."
