"How you acted, Hal!" she interrupted. "Don’t talk to me! I’ve seen enough football to know something about it, and he was not to blame for being angry when you tackled him."
"Doris!"
"When he rolled over you threw yourself on him again and hit him. I saw you."
"Why, Doris——"
"I saw you!" she repeated. "You were to blame Hal! You talk about his selfishness; you are selfish yourself. You seem to think he should have let you alone—should have permitted you to make a touch-down. Why do you think anything so ridiculous?"
"Doris, I——"
"And you were angry because he spoiled your kick. He had a right to do that if he could. You accused him of telling his brother to show you up. I don’t believe it! You said he was crooked and low. It is not true!"
"But—but you told him you agreed with me!" panted the amazed fellow. "Why—why did you do that?"
"Because I was silly—that’s why! I’m ashamed of it. Oh, where is Zona! I wish I was away from here!"
She felt like bursting into tears, and her fear that she would do so made her anxious to get away. She turned to look back for Zona, but there was a mist before her eyes and she could not see.