“I came after you,” was the answer. “Called up at the brain factory, and they told me the whole bunch of second year boys were off on a chowder party, so I took a boat and came here. I thought I’d have some sport, but it’s dead slow. Come on, and I’ll show you some fun. I’ve got a deck of cards and——”
Sid was quickly at the side of the sporty one, and uttered something in a hoarse whisper.
“Oh, that’s all right then, don’t mind me,” came the answer, and the youth leered at the girls. Tom was with difficulty keeping down his anger, while Phil was hopelessly wondering who on earth Sid’s acquaintance could be.
Miss Harrison, who had started to greet Sid, drew back and there was a look of disgust on her face. She turned aside, and started back.
“Don’t go away—I like your style,” called the sporty lad. “We need another lady as it is. Don’t go away.”
“Keep quiet!” begged Sid desperately. “I’ll go with you. Come on,” and, to the surprise of his friends, Sid turned into the woods, and followed the youth, who impudently took off his hat and threw kisses to the girls, as they turned their backs. Miss Harrison had disappeared around a turn in the path.