ated into the society, but their names were up for membership, as well as the names of Nat Poole and several others.
On the evening following the trouble just recorded, the Gee Eyes held a meeting in an old boathouse located down the river, a quarter of a mile from Oak Hall. Nearly thirty members were present, and the names of those up for initiation were thoroughly discussed.
"I shan't vote for Dave Porter," said Will Fellen, flatly. "I want to keep the standard of this society up to the top notch."
"Just what I say," said another student, who was a follower of Gus Plum.
"You are making a big mistake, Fellen," said Phil Lawrence, quietly but firmly. "Dave Porter is a fine fellow, and he must come into this society if I am to remain a member. I am not going to stand and see him black-listed in this fashion."
"How do you know he will come in?" asked another.
"I've sounded him, and he will come in if we want him. He ought to become a member, and so ought Roger Morr and Ben Basswood."
"What of Nat Poole and Harry Haven?"
"Haven seems a nice sort. As for Nat Poole, I'd rather wait and know more of him. He seems to train a good deal with Gus Plum."
