"Where do we dress?" asked Steve, looking round.
"Why, we thought you’d come in your suits," said Rogers. "No dressing-room here. You’ll have to go over to that old barn."
So over to the barn they had to go, and there they got out of their regular clothes and into their football togs. While they were changing their clothes Zeb Fletcher came sauntering through the barn in a swaggering manner.
"Hello, Merriwell!" he said. "Give us a cigarette."
"I do not smoke cigarettes," said Dick quietly, "which you know very well."
"Oh, well, you may not," said Zeb. "That is, there are times when you may not."
Dick felt like striking the fellow, for he knew Zeb had purposely insinuated that he sometimes smoked and broke the training-rules.
"Whatever is that galoot in here for?" growled Brad Buckhart.
When the boys were ready they left the barn and went forth to the field, near which a crowd of at least five hundred persons had gathered. In this crowd Dick was surprised to catch a glimpse of Professor Gunn. Not till then had he known that the professor had accompanied the eleven on the train.
Zenas Gunn was looking at Dick, and somehow it seemed that he was trying to bore straight through him with his eyes.