e Number 6. "What about last night?"

Harry winked meaningly and chuckled. "Well, I guess there was a party,
wasn't there? I noticed you got home sort of late."

"Did I? What makes you think that?"

"I happened to be looking out my window, Don. It was sort of hot and I
wasn't sleepy. Who were the other fellows?"

"Other fellows? I guess you didn't see any others, Walton."

Harry's saturnine countenance again wreathed itself with a growing grin.
"Didn't, eh? All right. I probably imagined them."

"Maybe you were asleep and dreamed it," said Don gravely. "Guess you
must have, Walton."

"Oh, I'm not going to talk, Don. You needn't be afraid of that."

"I'm not," responded the other drily. "Well, I'm going in here. So long,
Walton."

"Bye, Don. I'm mum."

Don nodded and entered Torrence, but on the way upstairs he frowned
disgustedly. He didn't believe for an instant that Walton would
deliberately get them into trouble, but he might talk so much that the
facts would eventually work around to one of the masters. Don wished
that almost any fellow he knew save Walton had witnessed that entry by
the window of Number 6. Later, when he returned from his visit to Roy
Draper, without the book, by the way, since it had mysteriously
disappeared, he recounted his conversation with Walton to Tim. Tim
didn't let it bother him any, however.

"Harry won't give us away. Why should he? Besides, if he did he would
know mighty well that I'd spoil his brunette beauty!"

"Well, he may tell it around and Horace or somebody'll hear it. That's
all I'm worrying about."

"Don't worry, Donald. Keep a clear conscience and you'll never know what
worry is. That's my philosophy."

Don smiled and dismissed the matter from consideration.

On Monday he had his first try at coaching the second team tackles and
found that, after all, he got on fairly well. There were four candidates
for the positions and two of them, Kirkwell and Merton, promised well.
Kirkwell, in fact, had already had a full season of experience on the
second. Merton was a graduate from his last year's hall team. The other
two, Brace and Goodhugh, were novices and had everything to learn, and
it was with them that Don laboured the hardest. Monday's practice ended
with a ten-minute scrimmage between two hastily selected teams, and
Don, for the first time that fall, played in his old position of left
guard. Merton, who opposed him, found that he still had much to learn.

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