“No, Jack’s baseball captain this year. He’s a dandy fellow. Don’t you like him?”
“Immensely. He gave me a lecture this noon.”
“Jack did? What about?”
“Oh, about not disliking fellows at first, till you get to know all about them. Other things, too.”
“Who is it you dislike? Me?”
“No, that Watson chap.”
“Oh, yes, Pete was telling me about Watson ragging you before morning school. Watson’s like that. Still—” Tad thought a moment. “Jack’s right though. Watson isn’t a bad sort after all. I’ll tell you something——”
But Rodney didn’t hear it just then for Tad’s voice died away. A few feet distant Cotting, Captain Doyle, and Guy Watson were standing just inside the side line. “There he is now,” murmured Tad.
“And he looks as though he wanted to jump on me again,” added Rodney. “Come on. I promised Billings I’d keep away from him.”
Rodney turned to stroll away, Tad following, when a voice called: