whispering at a great rate. Bet you they suspect!"
"Let them!" said Lanny. "We're not doing anything, I tell you. They do the same thing themselves. Didn't they send scouts over to watch us last year when we played Corwin or Benton?"
"I dare say they did. Just the same"
"If you say that again I'll chuck you off the stand," exploded Lanny in sudden irritation. "If you're so touchy you'd better go home and let me do this."
"If I was half as touchy as you are I'd jump in the river!" retorted Chester peevishly. "If you think I'm going to make notes with those fellows watching you're mistaken. Bet you every one of them knows who we are!"
"Oh, get out! Why should they?"
"Why shouldn't they, you mean. They've seen you play, haven't they? And me, too. Even if they don't recognize me you needn't think you can get by with that white thatch of yours!"
"Well, what's the difference? You don't expect me to dye my hair and wear false whiskers, do you, you idiot?"
"No, I don't, but stop whispering, for goodness sake, and don't act like a conspirator! We're giving
