“Did you get her photograph?” asked Tom, clinging to Phil, so strenuous was his mirth.
“Say, I’ll punch your head if you don’t quit!” threatened Sid, and then, as he saw Wallops, the messenger, coming toward him, with a letter, there came to Sid’s face a new look—one of fear, his chums thought.
He read the note quickly, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he turned, and hastened after the three girls.
“Here, what’s up?” demanded Tom, for Sid had acted strangely.
“I can’t go to the theatricals to-night, after all,” was the surprising answer. “I must apologize to Miss Harrison. Will you take her, Tom?”
“Of course,” was the answer, and then, as Sid hastened to make his excuses to the girl who, but a few minutes before, he had asked to accompany him, his two chums looked at each other, and shook their heads. The mystery about Sid was deepening.