Blossom following. In a few minutes all of the eighty-seven ballots were in the box, and then began the sorting out.
"I will now read the result of the first ballot," announced Captain Putnam, holding up a paper with the figures, and amid a dead silence he began:
| "'Whole number of votes cast . . . . | 87 |
| Necessary to a choice . . . . . . . . | 44 |
| Fred Garrison has . . . . . . . . . . . | 32 |
| Richard Rover has . . . . . . . . . . . | 28 |
| George Granbury has . . . . . . . . . | 15 |
| John Fenwick has . . . . . . . . . . . | 12' |
Consequently, nobody is elected. Another vote will be taken immediately after dinner," and then the companies were re-formed and marched into the mess hall.
"Fred Garrison is ahead!" came in a whisper from every side. "Good for you, Fred!"
"Mumps only got a dozen votes," came from one of the little boys. "He won't get my vote next time."
"Nor mine," chimed in his chum.
"Don't worry, Dick," whispered Tom. "The final result isn't reached yet. Somebody has got to drop out first."
The dinner finished, the boys gathered in little
