ened. Something was
coming now. It wasn't quite what he had expected.

"How would you like," Wandel said, "to be the very distinguished
secretary of your class?"

George gazed from the window at the tree-bordered lawns where lesser men
contentedly kicked footballs to each other.

"It ought to be what the class likes," he muttered. "I'm really only
interested in seeing Dicky re-elected."

"If," Wandel said, "I told you it couldn't be done without your
distinguished and untrammelled name on the ticket?"

George flushed.

"What do you mean by untrammelled?"

"You stop that, Spike," Goodhue said, more disturbed than George had
ever seen him. "It's indecent. I won't have it."

George relaxed. Untrammelled had certainly meant free from the taint of
the clubs. He was grateful Goodhue had interfered.

"Why don't you run for something yourself, Mr. Wandel?" he asked, dryly.

Goodhue laughed.

"Carry your filthy politics somewhere else."

He and George, with an affectation of good nature, pushed Wandel out of
the room. They looked at each other. Neither said anything.

George had to call upon his will to keep his attention on his books that
night. In return for Allen's support for Goodhue Wandel wanted to give
Allen for a minor place on the ticket a poor man untrammelled by the
clubs. The realization angered George. Aside from any other
consideration he couldn't permit himself to be bartered about to save
any one--even Goodhue. But was Goodhue trying to spare him at a
sacrifice? George, with a vast relief, decided that that was so when
Goodhue mentioned casually one day that he was a certainty for the club.

"Don't say anything about it," he advised. "The upper classmen have been
getting a few of us together. I'm glad you're among us. We'll elect the
full section later."

"Of course I came here a stranger," George began, trying to hide his
pleasure.

"Quite a lot of us have learned to know you pretty well," Goodhue
smiled.

George wouldn't accept this coveted gift without putting himself on
record.

"I needn't ask you," he said, "if Dalrymple's already in."

Goodhue shook his head.

"Maybe later."

"I think," George said, distinctly, "that the men who are responsible
for my election should know I'll hold out against Dalrymple."

"You're a conscientious beggar," Goodhue laughed. "It's your own
business now, but there'll be a nice little rumpus just the same."

George was conscientious with Allen, too