“What about?” inquired Phil.
“You know—Miss Harrison. I don’t want to have her think I’m a gambler. I’m not—I——”
“Then why don’t you tell her why you were in Dartwell the night of the raid?” suggested the captain.
“I—I can’t,” burst out Sid. “It’s impossible!”
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh, I know what you mean!” burst out Sid. “It looks as if I wasn’t telling the truth. But I am—you’ll believe me—some day.”
“Forget it,” advised Phil. “Let’s talk about baseball. Have you seen the loving cup trophy?”
“It’s a beaut!” declared Tom. “I saw it in the doctor’s study. We’re going to win it, too!”
“Hope so,” murmured Phil. “If we have a few more games like to-day, we may. But speaking of games——”
He was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sid started and leaped up from the sofa.