"I understand you are now ready to proceed with the election for a captain and a manager," began the Yale coach. "Sure," came the inelegant but hearty reply from several. "There are three candidates," went on the coach. "Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Dutton and Mr. Rutley. How will you vote, by ballot or acclimation?" "Ballot--ballot!" came the cry. "Very well, then I will appoint the tellers, and you----" "One moment, if you please," interrupted Dutton, as he arose. "There has been a slight mistake made. There are only two candidates in the field--Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Rutley. I wish to withdraw in favor of Mr. Hamilton. You--you all know what he did last night--for me," faltered Ray, and his voice was a trifle husky. "After that I could not stand against him in the election." "Yes, you will--I insist!" cried Dick, jumping up. "I don't want you to withdraw." "You can't help yourself, old man!" cried Ray heartily, playfully shaking his fist at Dick. "I want all you fellows who were going to vote for me to vote for Dick Hamilton--that is unless you are committed to Frank Rutley," and he bowed in the direction of that cadet. "No one can vote for me--I'm out of it!" called out Frank. "I'm for Hamilton." "Hurray!" cried Paul Drew. "Three cheers for Dick Hamilton!" sung out someone, and how those cheers were given! "Do I understand that both you young gentlemen withdraw?" asked Mr. Martin. "I do," answered Ray. "Same here!" called Frank. "Then, as there is but one candidate in the field, perhaps it is unnecessary----" "I move that Dick Hamilton be unanimously elected captain of the Kentfield football eleven, by acclimation, and long may he wave o'er the team of the strong and the team of the brave!" cried Dutton. "Second it!" cried Frank. "All those in favor of this motion will signify it by saying 'yes,'" called the coach. "YES!" was the reverbrating shout that fairly made the walls ring. "Then Dick Hamilton is the football captain, and I beg to extend him my congratulations," said Mr. Martin. "And I, also," added his colleague, and the two coaches stepped from the platform, and advanced toward the blushing young millionaire, while his friends crowded around him to do him honor. CHAPTER XV THE GAME WITH DUNKIRK There was little else to do at the meeting in the way of business. Dan Hatfield was unanimously named for manager, and then the coaches announced that after a few more days of practice the team would be ready for the first game of the season, to be played on the grounds of the Dunkirk Military Academy, a school similar to that of Kentfield, and situated about twenty miles away. "It is rather a disadvantage not to open on your own grounds," said Mr. Spencer, "but it cannot be helped. I hope you will play all the better for the slight handicap, and I am sure you can win if you try."