Temple glanced up hastily, and, with an odd look at Jim, answered slowly,—
"Only the result, and there's no need to tell you that."
"Come on, Dick," said Jim; "he's got the hump."
The Angel was turning round to join his chum when Temple called him back softly.
"Haven't you heard the news?" he asked curiously.
"Haven't heard anything," replied Dick. "We've only just come from the ground. You look as solemn as an owl."
"I am thinking of Hartland."
"Why? He's all right."
Unfolding the paper, Temple pointed with his finger to the space reserved for late news.
Dick read the short paragraph, and immediately his face became clouded.