“Not that I know of,” laughed Carolyn. “Some freshman we don’t know or some outsider sat there, I guess.”
“He’s lost out now,” said Ted. “How are you ladies enjoying the game?” Ted looked up at Betty as he spoke.
“It is a wonderful game,” sighed Betty, “but I can’t feel easy about our beating yet!”
Ted laughed, drew a package of peppermint “life savers” from his pocket and handed it up toward the feminine fingers. “Perhaps these will do you some good,” said he. “As to feeling easy, nobody does, though some would say so. But take it from me, girls, and keep it under your hat, something is going to happen.”
“Oh, tell us, Ted!” exclaimed Peggy.
Ted shook his head in the negative. “Official secret. I happened to get hold of it. Sh-sh!”
Betty, with both dimples showing this time, for she really had two, exchanged an amused glance with the merry Ted, who now whirled around as several boys returned to take seats beside him, and one, looking up from below to see no room there, hopped into another vacancy lower down.
“You’ll not have to fight for your seat, Ted,” remarked Carolyn. “Aren’t you seniors proud of Freddy?”
“Yeah. But I wish this was a game where the coach could put in a few substitutes. However, the other team is as bad off.”
As he spoke, the attention of all centered on the gridiron once more; but Betty was handing Ted the little package of “life savers,” and as he took it, he leaned back to whisper near her ear as she stooped, “Watch the Don!”