“To shake hands—it’s all over. I want to be friends.”
“You’ve no time. I doubt if we can get away as it is.”
Bill, Pete, Whistle-Breeches and some of the others tried to get Cap in their midst, so that his blackened eye would not be seen. They hoped to be able to get back to their rooms by a round-about path, but, alas for their hopes. Dr. Burton looked up, saw them, and changing his course, bore down more directly on them.
“It’s all up!” groaned Pete.
Bill looked around, and saw North and his friends hurrying into the dressing rooms under the grandstand. He wished he had thought of that, but there was no time now.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE KIDNAPPED PITCHER
“What’ll you say when he asks you what’s up?” asked Whistle-Breeches.