“I haven’t been smoking!” came the answer, in evident surprise.
“Your clothes smell as if you’d been at the smoker of the Gamma Sig fraternity,” declared Tom.
“Oh, shut up, and let a fellow alone; can’t you?” burst out Sid, and he threw his shoes savagely into the corner of the room. Neither Tom nor Phil replied, but they were doing a great deal of thinking. They could not fathom Sid’s manner—he had never acted that way before. What could be the matter? It was some time before they learned Sid’s secret, and the keeping of it involved Sid in no small difficulties, and nearly cost the college the baseball championship.
[CHAPTER III]
MISS MABEL HARRISON
Neither Tom nor Phil made any reference, the following morning, to the incident of the night before. As usual, none of the boys got up when the warning of the alarm clock summoned them, for they always allowed half an hour for its persistent habit of running fast. As it was, it happened to be correct on this occasion, and they were barely in time for chapel, Tom having to adjust his necktie on the race across the campus.
“Well, what’s on for to-day?” asked Phil, as, with Tom and Sid, he strolled from the chapel after service.
“Baseball practice this afternoon,” decided Tom, for the rain had stopped.