<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</SPAN></h2>
<h3>TOM’S PLAN FAILS</h3>
<p>“The meeting will come to order!” called
Hiram. “I’ll cuff some of you fellows over the
head if you don’t sit down.”</p>
<p>It was rather an unparliamentary way of doing
things, but it proved effective, and at length quiet
reigned. As Peaches had said, Hiram began by
stating what they were there for, and by announcing
that the make-up of the nine was in order.</p>
<p>Some unimportant business was disposed of,
there were remarks from several lads about what
the season might have in store, there were many
determinations expressed about how well the Excelsior
team would play that season, and then
Hiram said:</p>
<p>“Nominations for the team are in order. Of
course we expect that there will be a lot more
fellows named than we can use, but there’ll probably
be a weeding-out when we get at practice.
The team named to-night will only be a tentative
one.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Like pie!” murmured Tom. “You and
Luke have it all up your sleeves.”</p>
<p>“Has the nominating committee anything to
report?” asked Hiram, looking over at Luke.
His crony arose. Luke was chairman of the
nominating committee, as well as chairman of the
committee on membership.</p>
<p>“Your committee would recommend the following
names,” said Luke, and then he read off
most of those named by Peaches to Tom. He
did not call off his own name, however, and there
was a blank opposite the positions of pitcher and
left field.</p>
<p>“Say, what’s the matter, don’t I play?” demanded
Peaches, jumping up.</p>
<p>“Oh, yes,” answered Luke quickly. “But we
haven’t just decided where. I’m going to leave
that with Hiram, and also the position for left
field.”</p>
<p>“Well, I’ll settle it right now!” exclaimed the
manager. “You’ll play left field, Peaches, and
Charlie Borden will move up from there to first
base.”</p>
<p>“What did I tell you?” murmured Peaches to
Tom. “What about the stunt you were going to
pull off?”</p>
<p>“It isn’t time yet. See the gang I have with<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</SPAN></span>
me?” and Tom motioned to a lot of lads in the
rear of the hall.</p>
<p>“What is it—a rough house?” asked Peaches,
and then he noticed for the first time that the
athletic meeting was much better attended than
usual.</p>
<p>“Those are new members,” declared Tom in
a whisper. “I’m counting on turning the balance
of power away from Hiram and the crowd
with him. I’ve been canvassing the last week,
and I’ve got a lot of fellows to join who never
took an interest in sports before.”</p>
<p>“Oh, ho! So that’s your game!” exclaimed
Peaches. “Well, it’s a good one all right.”</p>
<p>“They’ll all vote for Joe for pitcher,” went
on Tom.</p>
<p>“I notice that there are still two vacancies in
the team,” spoke Jake Weston, who had been
named as shortstop. “We had such success with
Luke as catcher last year, that I move that he
again go behind the bat.”</p>
<p>“Second it,” sung out Harry Lauter.</p>
<p>“It has been moved and seconded,” began
Hiram, and there came a shout of “ayes” before
he had finished.</p>
<p>“That’s the way it always is,” whispered
Peaches. “Luke pretends he’s too modest to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</SPAN></span>
name himself, and some one else does it for him.
Oh, the cut-and-dried program is going through
all right!”</p>
<p>“Wait and see,” suggested Tom with a wink.</p>
<p>“Are the selections of the nominating committee
sanctioned?” asked Hiram.</p>
<p>Again came a chorus of “ayes.”</p>
<p>“What about the pitcher?” asked Luke. “Will
you name him, Hiram?”</p>
<p>“Yes!” said the manager and he looked about
the room until his eyes lit on those of Joe. “I’ll
name Frank Brown as regular pitcher with Larry
Akers as substitute.”</p>
<p>Again came the chorus of confirmation.</p>
<p>“Just as I told you,” murmured Peaches.</p>
<p>Tom was on his feet as the murmurs died
away. Hiram was speaking.</p>
<p>“That completes the regular nine,” the manager
said, “and it only remains to name the substitutes.
I think we will let them go until you
fellows have had some practice, so we can get a
line on you. There’s time enough. We’ll begin
regular practice next week, if the weather permits,
and then I’ll arrange for games. I have
some in prospect, and the Blue Banner——”</p>
<p>“Mr. Chairman!” interrupted Tom.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Well, what is it?” snapped Hiram. “I’m
talking, and I don’t want anyone to butt in.”</p>
<p>“I rise to a point of order,” went on Tom, in
a loud voice. “The nominations have not been
closed, and I want to put in nomination the name
of a friend, who is one of the best pitchers that
ever——”</p>
<p>“None of that!” cried Hiram. “Get down
to business. I’ll allow your point of order. Who
do you name?”</p>
<p>“Joe Matson!” cried Tom, “and——”</p>
<p>“You can’t elect him, what’s the use of trying?”
sneered Luke.</p>
<p>“Maybe I can’t, with your crowd, but I came
here to-night with some friends of mine, new
members of the athletic committee, and they’ll
vote for Joe, and I think we can outvote you!”
cried Tom defiantly.</p>
<p>“That’s right!” yelled the lads toward whom
he waved his hand. “Joe Matson for pitcher.”</p>
<p>Luke turned pale. So did Hiram as they
looked at each other. This was something they
had not counted on—an effective trick.</p>
<p>“For myself and for these new members I
demand a vote on the name of Joe Matson!”
went on Tom, ignoring Joe’s efforts to stop him.</p>
<p>“That’s right—we’re for Joe!” yelled the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</SPAN></span>
new crowd. There were many of them, and with
the usual element always ready to break away
from him, Hiram knew that he would lose on the
combination.</p>
<p>“One moment!” he shouted, banging his gavel.
Then he hurried over to Luke and the two conferred
excitedly, while there was a near-pandemonium
in the gymnasium.</p>
<p>“I have an announcement to make!” shouted
Hiram after a bit, making his way back to the
platform. “It is true that you have the right to
nominate any one you please—that is, a member
of the athletic committee has, and members have
the right to vote as they please. But I have to
inform this audience that Sister Davis is not yet
a fully-qualified member of this committee. That
is not just yet.” Hiram sneered disagreeably.</p>
<p>“Why not? I signed my application, was
properly endorsed, and paid in my dues!” cried
Tom. “And so did these other fellows.”</p>
<p>“That’s right,” shouted his crowd in a chorus.</p>
<p>“Very true,” went on Hiram coolly. He was
master of the situation now, and he knew it.
“But there is a rule of this organization, which
states that at the discretion of the chairman, and
the manager and captain of the team, or any
two of them, new members may be taken on probation<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</SPAN></span>
for three months, and during that term of
probation they have no voting power, so you
see——”</p>
<p>“That’s an old rule!”</p>
<p>“It’s never been enforced!”</p>
<p>“It’s rotten!”</p>
<p>“That’s only a trick!”</p>
<p>These were some of the cries that greeted the
announcement Hiram made.</p>
<p>“It may never have been enforced, but it’s going
to be <i>now</i>!” he shouted. “It was made to
cover just such snap cases as this. You tried to
work a trick, Tom Davis, but you got left. You
and those other lads can’t vote for three months,
and so the team stands as originally named.”</p>
<p>“But we have no captain—your rule won’t
work. You said the manager, chairman and captain
could apply that rule. Who is the captain?”
demanded Tom, as he saw his game
blocked.</p>
<p>“Luke Fodick is captain of this nine; isn’t
he?” shouted Hiram, closing the last loophole.</p>
<p>“Aye!” yelled the bully’s crowd.</p>
<p>“No!” yelled Tom’s.</p>
<p>“The ayes have it,” announced the chairman,
“and Luke and I agreed on enforcing that rule
at this time. Besides, I am acting as chairman<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</SPAN></span>
in place of Henry Clay, who isn’t present, and I
have his voting proxy, so Henry and I also agree
on it, if you question the election of Luke.”</p>
<p>“That ends it,” murmured Peaches in Tom’s
ear. “Henry Clay never does preside as chairman.
He’s only a figurehead for Hiram, and
that’s well known. Hiram always votes for him.
I guess you’re beaten Tom.”</p>
<p>“I’m afraid so. I wish I’d known about that
rule.”</p>
<p>“I’d forgotten it myself,” admitted Peaches.
“It’s rotten, but you can’t do anything unless you
outvote Hiram.”</p>
<p>The bully was smiling mockingly at Tom and
Joe. The young pitcher felt rather foolish, but
he gave Tom credit for originating a bold move
and one that, under ordinary circumstances,
would have been effective.</p>
<p>“You may renew your nomination in three
months, if you like, Sister Davis,” spoke Hiram
sarcastically “as you and the others will then be
voting members. I believe that is about all the
business to come before us to-night.” And he
announced the adjournment of the meeting.</p>
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