“Oh, why hello, Phil!” called his sister. “Glad to see you; aren’t we, Madge?”
“Of course,” replied Miss Tyler, with a merry laugh.
“I’ll see you fellows later,” murmured Sid, who was very sensitive, and he was about to swing away.
“Don’t go,” urged Tom. “We’ll soon be going back.”
But Sid turned aside. As he did so there came around the corner of the main college building two figures, who strolled over the campus. It needed but a glance to disclose to Tom and Phil who they were—Miss Harrison and Fred Langridge. The couple were chatting and laughing merrily. Instinctively Tom turned to see if Sid had observed them. The second baseman had, and, for an instant he stood staring after the two, who had not seen him. Then, without a word, he kept on his way.
“Beautiful evening,” remarked Miss Tyler quickly, and she began to talk rapidly about the weather, as if to cover Sid’s retreat.
As Tom and Phil walked along the corridor leading to their room a little later that night, they saw a light streaming out of the cracks around the portal.
“Sid’s in there,” said Tom.
“Yes,” agreed Phil, “I wonder——” But he did not finish the sentence. Awkwardly he and Tom pushed in. They started back at the sight of their chum.