"You had better go down to the field now. I see the other players are getting ready."
"But if you are angry at me"
"Oh, I am not angry, so please leave me alone!" And now Dora turned still further away, while something like tears began to spring into her eyes.
Dick drew back, for her tone of voice nettled him. He felt he had done nothing wrong. He did not see that look in her eyes, or he would have understood how much she was hurt. He turned, nodded pleasantly to Nellie and Grace, and hurried from the grandstand.
"Where have you been?" asked Tom when he appeared in the dressing-room.
"Up on the stand, talking to the girls," was Dick's short answer.
"Anything wrong? You look out of sorts."
"No, nothing is wrong," answered the oldest Rover. But he felt that there was something trery much wrong, yet he could not tell Tom.
"I didn't do anything out of the way, I'm sure I didn't," Dick murmured to himself as he prepared to go out on the gridiron. "Any gentleman would have found a seat for Miss Sanderson. I suppose Dora saw me talking to her, and now she imagines all sorts of things. It isn't fair. Well, I don't care." And Dick whistled
