any trouble beating Highland Hall. Then we got a coach and—and things haven't gone so well. I haven't got anything against the coach personally. None of us have. We know him and we think he's a fine fellow. But it stands to reason that a fellow who has never played football and never coached a team before isn't the best sort of a fellow to coach for us. I'm not saying it's his fault that we've made such a poor showing so far, but I do think it's somebody's fault. A lot of us fellows"
"You s-s-said that b-b-before," called Fudge in a voice audible to most of the gathering, and a ripple of amusement started and was met by hisses and cries of "Shut up!" and "Put him out!" Carter proceeded doggedly.
"A lot of us fellows want to know whose fault it is. That's why this meeting was called. And what I say is, let's talk it over and find out what's best to be done and—and do it."
Carter subsided amidst applause, some of it ironic, and the tall and lanky Bingham sought recognition. Bingham had a smirk on his face, and those who knew him best expected something particularly disagreeable from him. Nor were they disappointed.
