“What did you see and hear?” breathed the doctor’s son. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well, just as soon as we arrived in Highland, I left the others and hustled right up to the field where we were to play. Renwood, with his sister and Dora Deland, had passed us on the road, and he was in Highland when we got there. I got to the field ahead of the others, and there was Renwood talking with Winston, the Harvard man, who has been coaching the Highlanders.”
“What of that?”
“They had their heads close together,” Bentley went on, “and they were talking low. They didn’t see me, and I just walked past them, stepping soft. I heard something.”
“Yes!” panted Don. “What did you hear?”
“I heard Winston say: ‘It means a heap to me if Highland wins, and you don’t care a rap if Rockspur loses.’ Renwood answered: ‘Not a rap,’ and he laughed.”
“The sneak! the traitor!” cried Don, springing to his feet. “Did you hear anything more?”
“Yes. Winston said: ‘These country yokels of mine can’t kick much, and the centre of the line is weak. Just get your captain to let the centre alone. Keep him trying to go round the ends. Where is your weak point?’”
“Did Renwood tell him?” demanded Scott, clutching his companion fiercely by the shoulder.
“Ouch!” exclaimed Leon, with a squirm. “I hurt that to-day! Don’t! Yes, he told him all about it.”