Without delay he proceeded to the track house and hustled into his other clothes. He couldn’t tackle the quarter back in the midst of the crowd who thronged the place, but he meant to catch him as he was leaving.
Quick as he was, however, he barely managed to get into his things before he saw his man hurrying out of the door.
“Jack!” he called, snatching up his overcoat and hat. “Wait a minute.”
Kenny turned rather reluctantly. It almost seemed as if he wanted to avoid Merriwell, but the latter did not propose to let him get away.
“What’s your hurry?” he inquired, as he joined the other outside the door.
“Oh, nothing,” returned Kenny, his eyes averted. “I just wanted to get back to the dorm, that’s all.”
They were out in the street by this time, and, as they turned and walked along the high board fence, Dick looked his companion squarely in the face.
“What in the mischief has got into you, Jack?” he asked quickly. “You told me you’d behave, and yet you’ve acted like a perfect kid all afternoon.”
Kenny hesitated.
“I can’t stand that Tempest!” he burst out the next moment. “He makes me daft.”