of Chester marrying that silly little Delphine! He couldn't love her. Leonard must be just carried away with the excitement and frivolity of the dance, that crazy bet of Joe's and the urgings of the girls. Harold felt, as the only sensible person present, he ought to do something. Golly, he would do something!
He turned and hurried toward the ballroom, regardless of the looks of the dancers directed his way. He could not find the object of his search in the ballroom. Nor in the alcoves around. Nor in the lobby. Near the swinging door of the Hotel Tate entrance he located him, his hat on and his overcoat on his arm.
Chester Trask looked somewhat worried and Harold suspected Leonard was the cause of it.
The Freshman approached Chester quietly. "Captain Trask, will you come with me?" he requested pointedly. "It's about your brother."
Chester paled a little and followed the Freshman without a word. Harold led the way back to the screen behind which he had eavesdropped. He put his hand on Chester and held the college hero back an instant.
"All right then, it's settled, Delphine," came the voice of Leonard briskly. "We'll
