“I think it serves you right for going back onto the team,” was the unsympathetic answer.
“What? You say that after I stood up for you? Well, I never thought such a thing of you, Scott!” Leon assumed an injured air, giving Don a look of deep reproach.
“The trouble with you is that you’re altogether too shifty,” said the doctor’s son. “When you do a thing, stick to it. But I’m not kicking at you. I’d like to hit Renwood for wagging his mouth about me so much!”
“It’s what you ought to do. Of course he would deny it, but you know what he is. Why, he even denied to you that he meant you when he said there were some men on the team who were no earthly good, but he’s laughed about it since, saying he didn’t think you’d tumble to yourself so quickly.”
A sound of grating teeth came from Don’s mouth, delighting Leon with the knowledge that he had reawakened to the full extent the hatred of the dark-eyed youth for Dolph Renwood.
“There’ll come a day of settlement!” Scott panted.
“Now that he is sore on me, you can’t imagine what he proposes to do,” snickered Bentley. “Why I have it straight that he’s going to come to you and try to get you back onto the eleven, just so he can kick me out.”
“Let him come!” cried Don. “That is what I want. I’ll tell him a few things!”
They had proceeded up the hill till they were in sight of the white academy, which showed through the trees of the grounds. Now, fully satisfied with himself and what he had done, Bentley stopped, saying:
“Perhaps we’d better not go up together. The fellows have charged me with carrying things to you, and they may suspect that I’ve put you onto Renwood’s game. You go ahead.”