"
"Who told you?"
"Culver Covington."
"I didn't know you two were acquainted."
Mrs. Keap flushed. "He told me all about you long ago. You wear
all the athletic clothes, you know all the talk, you have tried
to make the team a dozen times, but you are not even a
substitute. You are merely the Varsity cheer-leader. Culver calls
you 'the head-yeller.'"
"Columbus has discovered our continent!" said Speed. "You are a
very wise chaperon, and you must have a corking memory for names,
but even a head-yeller is better than a glee-club quarter-back."
He nodded toward the bunk-house, whence they had come. "You
haven't told anybody?"
"Not yet."
"'Yet,'" he quoted. "The futurity implied in that word disturbs
me. Suppose you and I keep it for a little secret? Secrets are
very delightful at house-parties."
"Don't you consider your action deceitful?"
"Not at all. My motto is 'We strive to please.'"
"Think of Helen."
"That's it; I can't think of anything else! She's mad about
athletics, and I had to do something to stand off this weight-
lifting tenor.
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