"What's the matter?" she asked.
His face was pale and his mouth was set in a straight line.
"Nothing," he replied quickly. "Come——" and started toward the door opening upon the now deserted field.
She followed him unquestioningly.
On the porch she said:
"Aren't you going on the tally-ho with the team?"
"No," he replied, "I don't like being made a fool of. There's a gate over there on Cass Avenue. We'll go out that way and they won't see us."
"But, John——"
"I don't want to ride down town in state," he complained, testily. "I'd rather be with you. I shall have to be with them until train time. Now, I'd rather be with you." And he looked down at her and smiled.