His body stiffened and he clenched his fists too. His blue eyes were alight with battle.
He cried, "There's just one chance left—if I ever get into that big game with Union State, I'll show them!"
"I know you will!" was Peggy's ringing answer and she patted him confidently, tenderly upon the back. She believed in her Freshman with all her heart. She kissed him impulsively and then she said, more subdued, "But I think you've had enough Frolic for to-night, Harold. You'd better find Grace Beach and take her home."
"Oh, do I have to do that?" he asked, dismayed.
"Well, you're her escort and you ought to act like a gentleman. If she's already left with somebody else—you will have done your duty anyway."
"I suppose so," he said reluctantly. He hesitated. "I'll see you in the morning, Peggy," he promised. He stepped over timidly and kissed her cheek and was off.
He rather hoped that Grace had induced Joe Bartlett or somebody else to take her home. He resolved to make his search for her a rather cursory one, influenced somewhat by the fact that he didn't want to face the eyes of his guests just at that particular time. When they looked at him next, he wanted to
