Harry stopped so abruptly that Gerald turned to regard him curiously. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
Harry shook his head. He was staring across the field at Cotton with a frown of perplexity on his face. “Nothing,” he answered finally. “Only that fellow bothers me. I’m almost certain I’ve seen him somewhere before.”
“You’ve probably seen him in class or around school,” said Gerald. “That’s not quite impossible, you know.”
But Harry again shook his head. “If I’d seen him here before I’d remember it. Almost seems as if I’d met him. Where does he come from?”
“I don’t know. Hold on, though; seems to me The Duke said he came from Maryland.”
“Well, it wasn’t there, for I’ve never been in Maryland, except to go through it on a train. There goes Kendall with the ball. Good work, Burtis! That fellow is certainly a wonder at keeping his feet, Gerald!”
“And he’s pretty good at keeping his head, too,” replied Gerald with a smile.
“Funny idea you taking him in with you, though,” said Harry. “I like him first rate, but——”
“But what?” asked Gerald.
“Oh, I don’t know. He seems hardly your style. That’s all.”