“Somebody went into the dressing-room under the grand-stand and raised the dickens generally.”
Don felt his heart give a great jump, but he tried to assume an appearance of calmness as he asked:
“Raised the dickens how? What did he do?”
“You know some of the fellows left their suits there, and the football was left there, too?”
“Yes.”
“Well, somebody went in there and took a knife and slit the suits into ribbons and slashed the football all to pieces.”
Don sprang to his feet with a cry, for Bentley’s words solved a mystery that had puzzled him greatly, and now he knew why it was that the fellow detected by him in the dressing-room had fought so fiercely to escape without being recognized.
Leon stared in surprise at his companion, whose face flushed and paled and who seemed to be shaking with excitement.
“Well, what’s the matter with you?” he asked.
“Who did it?” panted Don. “Does Chatterton know? Who was sneak enough to do such a trick?”