“I’m sorry you feel that way about it,” rejoined Rob, as he turned aside and put on his coat, which Merritt had held for him.
“Yes, and you’ll be sorrier yet,” snarled Jared, as his friends walked him off toward the shed where his buggy was tied.
Just then, from across lots, there came a summons:—
“Hey, Rob! Where have you got to?”
“I’m coming right along,” was Rob’s reply; “wait a second.”
He jammed on his cap and stepped out from behind the grandstand. Running toward him was Tubby, who had somehow escaped from his admirers.
“What’s up?” cried Rob, as he saw the lad’s flushed, excited face.
“Say, you know that note you left for Mr. Mainwaring?”
“Yes.”
“Well, he’s just got back. He’s over in that auto yonder and asked me to find you as soon as possible.”