life; that a man's job doesn't change his heart."

He paused for a few moments as if to gather command of his voice, which
had become suddenly husky.

"I am sorry to leave you, boys, and I want to say to you from my heart
that though I cannot remain a member of this union, I can be and I will
be a brother to you all the same. And I promise you that, as far as I
can, I will work for the good of the union in the future as I have done
in the past."

McNish alone was prepared for this dramatic announcement, although they
all knew that Maitland sooner or later would assume a position
which would link him up with the management of the business. But the
suddenness of the change and the dramatic setting of the announcement
created an impression so profound as to neutralise completely the effect
of McNish's masterly speech.

Disappointed and enraged at the sudden turn of events, he was too good
a general to allow himself to be routed in disorder. He set about to
gather his disordered forces for a fresh attack, when once more the
hockey men took command of the field. This time it was Snoopy Sykes, the
most voiceless member of the union.

After a few moments of dazed silence that followed Maitland's
announcement of his resignation, Snoopy rose and, encouraged by the
cheers of his astonished comrades, began the maiden speech of his life.

"Mr. President," he shouted.

"Go to it, Snoopy, old boy."

"I never made a speech in my life, never--"

"Good, old scout, never begin younger! Cheerio, old son!"

"And I want to say that he don't need to. I once heard of a feller who
didn't. He kept on and he didn't do no harm to nobody. And the Captain
here wouldn't neither. So what I say is he don't need to," and Snoopy
sat down with the whole brotherhood gazing at him in silence and amazed
perplexity, not one of them being able to attach the faintest meaning to
Snoopy's amazing oration.

At length Fatty Findlay, another of the voiceless ones, but the very
special pal of Snoopy Sykes, broke forth in a puzzled voice:

"Say it again, Snoopy."

There was a roar of laughter, which only grew in volume as Snoopy turned
toward his brothers a wrathful and bewildered countenance.

"No," said another voice. "Say something else, Snoopy. Shoot a goal this
time."

Again Snoopy rose. "What I said was this," he began indignantly. Again
there was a roar of laughter.

"Say, you fellers, shut up and give a feller a chance. The Captain wants