ent?" remarked Roger to his chums, as they walked across the field.
"Somebody is waving from the corner of the stand," answered Phil. "I think it is Miss Rockwell."
"It is, and Miss Feversham is with her, and so is Mr. Rockwell," answered Dave, and then the boys took off their caps in salutation. And then they recognized a number of other friends.
The eleven had just turned into its dressing-room, to prepare for the game, when Chip Macklin came running in all out of breath.
"I want to see Dave!" he gasped, and then, as soon as the pair had walked to a corner, he went on: "I caught Nat."
"What doing?" demanded Dave, quickly.
"Giving all of your signals away to Merwell, Jasniff, and one of the Rockville football players. He started to tell about your trick plays when he saw me standing near, and shut up."
"Where is he now?"
"In the grandstand, with some girl."
"I will attend to this at once, Chip. Come with me."
Dave led the small student out of the dressing-room, and called Andrew Dale and Mr. Dodsworth. Quickly the situation was explained. The school teacher looked shocked, and the gymnastic instructor was disgusted.
