his thick lenses. "And here we are asked to subscribe"
"Shut up!" growled Pete Robey. "Can't you keep your silly mouth shut when you're told to?"
Bingham subsided, muttering peevishly, and George Cotner arrived at the foot of the steps just as Morris began again: "I say what we ought to do is stand up for our rights," he declared with dignity. "If we just told the Committee that we had to have a football coach and meant to have one they'd come off their high horse. After all, whose money is it they're so careful of? Isn't it as much ours as theirs?"
"Of course it is," said Pete Farrar. "We earned it!"
"How much did you earn?" asked Manager Cotner sarcastically as he approached the storm center.
"Well, that doesn't matter," replied Farrar. "I mean that we fellows earned the money at baseball and football and things. And I dare say I earned as much of it as you did, Cotner."
"Which is none at all," answered George calmly. "You fellows are making a heap of noise about nothing, if you only knew it."
"How is that?" asked Sears.
