He arose to go. Neither of the boys had heard the sound of wheels outside, being absorbed in their talk about Renwood and the game, and now both were startled by a footfall beyond the door.
“It’s aunt!” breathed Don.
But it was not. The door opened, and Dr. Scott stood before them.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE DOCTOR’S STORY.
The doctor was surprised, and a cloud came to his face as his eyes fell on Leon Bentley.
“Hello!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing in here, Don?”
“Why—why,” stammered the boy questioned, “Leon happened over, and we were just talking about the game, you know.”
“Yes,” hastily put in the uneasy visitor, “I was just telling him about it.”
“Telling him about it?” repeated the doctor, while Don’s heart seemed to jump into his throat and throb there. “Why, wasn’t he—I don’t understand.”
“Leon means we were talking over the plays and trying to figure out just why we lost the game to-day, father,” put in Don, with a warning glance at Bentley.