"You deserve it, which is more. No one has done as much for the Kentfield eleven since the academy was started as you have this one season, and you ought to be captain. Then you couldn't kick when they called it Dick Hamilton's football team." "Oh, get out!" cried the young millionaire, yet he was not displeased at his chum's sincere words. And what normal healthy lad would not want to be captain of an eleven? There was much buzzing talk the next few days concerning the captaincy, and when the coaches announced that the present Varsity eleven would stand, at least for the present, and that in order to play match games a captain would be needed, the excitement grew apace. "Nominations to-morrow night!" cried Paul one afternoon as he burst into the room he and Dick shared. "Dutton's name is sure to go up. I'm going to nominate you and I've got the promise of nearly enough votes to put you through." "Look here!" began Dick, "I don't want----" "It doesn't matter what you want!" cried Paul, clapping his chum on the back, and doing a sort of war dance around him, "you haven't anything to say in this matter. You just come to the meeting and see what happens." It was a lively session, for several matters cropped up that needed to be settled. There was also a manager to be chosen, and, as Beeby did not want the place, preferring to spend more time in practice and training, it was practically decided to have some one not on the team to look after business ends. Dan Hatfield was talked of for manager, and his name met with such instant favor that none other was considered. But when it came to the captaincy that was a different matter. The little boom that started in favor of George Hall was so feeble that he himself saw that he had no chance, and nipped it. There was much talking and putting together of heads when Mr. Martin arose to announce that nominations for captain were in order, and that the names would be posted three days, and then voted on. "I nominate Ray Dutton!" sung out John Stiver, who was the particular chum of the former. It was quickly seconded, and then up jumped Paul Drew. "I nominate Dick Hamilton!" he sung out. "Second it!" came promptly from Dutton himself, a courtesy that Dick acknowledged with a bow. The former rivals--now rivals again--faced each other with smiles, but there were anxious feelings in the hearts of both. "Three cheers for the candidates!" cried Jim Watkins, and they were given heartily, with a tiger added. "Any more nominations?" asked Mr. Martin. "Well there's luck in odd numbers, I nominate Frank Rutley!" called out Porter with a laugh. "We might as well have a good choice while we're at it." Weston seconded this name, and there were no comments. Thereupon the three names were posted on the bulletin board, and the meeting adjourned. "Well, what do you think of it, Dick?" asked Paul, as they strolled back to their room. "I'm glad I'm nominated, of course, but----"