son. "We know some secrets as well as they, Sid."
"Oh, I'll get back at 'em some time," predicted the stocky half-back.
There was quite a throng at the dance when our friends arrived, and shortly after the girls came from the dressing rooms, the orchestra began a dreamy waltz. The lads led out their partners, and the gymnasium presented a brilliant and animated scene.
"Did you see him?" called Tom to Phil, as the two young men and their pretty partners swung near each other in the middle of the big waxed floor.
"Who?" asked Phil, slowing up.
"Langridge," was the reply, and then they were too far apart for more conversation.
"Oh, dear, did he come?" asked Ruth of Tom, and she seemed distressed. "I do hope he and Phil"
"No danger," interrupted Tom. "We'll keep clear of him. What girl has he?"
"I can't imagine. I'll look when I see him dancing with her."
Tom pointed out his former enemy, as he swung his partner around again, and Ruth exclaimed:
"Oh, she's that new girl! Miss Rossmore is her name. I guess she doesn't know Mr. Langridge—very well."
