"That's the game, sister mine. Any Yale man would have done it--if they could." "I don't care! Why was he playing?" "That's right!" cried Jack, turning to Inza. "I thought he wasn't in the game this season? I thought he gave you his promise not to play?" Inza flushed with shame and embarrassment. "He did," she confessed. Jack whistled. "And broke his promise--I see! It can't be that he thinks much of his word." It seemed for an instant that Inza would defend him, but she did not. For the first time Frank had broken a promise to her, and she felt it keenly. She turned away. Miss Gale looked grim, but remained silent. She knew herself, and realized she might say too much, if she spoke at all. It was an hour or so before Jack could cool down, so stirred up was he by the result of the game. Finally, he went upstairs to take a bath. Before dinner there was a ring at the bell, and a servant brought in a card, which she gave to Jack, who was enjoying his first smoke of weeks, now that the game was over. "Hello!" he cried. "Rob Marline! I didn't expect him." "Rob Marline!" exclaimed Paula, in no little confusion. "Gracious! I must be looking like a fright! Come up to my room with me, Inza, and see that I am presentable." So the girls ran up to Paula's room, and Jack directed that Marline be brought directly to the smoking-room. "I want to look my best when Mr. Marline comes," said Paula, when they were in her boudoir. "I am sure my hair looks bad, and I must be a perfect fright." Inza laughed. "It seems to me you are very particular about Mr. Marline." "I am," confessed Paula, busying herself before the mirror. "You know, he is Jack's particular friend." "Oh, he's Jack's particular friend!" The manner in which Inza said that brought a warm flush to Paula's cheeks, and she endeavored to hide her confusion, but in vain. "I've discovered your secret, dear!" cried Inza, with her arm about her friend's waist. "Now I know why you take such an interest in Robert Marline." "Nonsense! I like him, because--because----" "Just because you do." "No; because he is Jack's friend." "Now, don't try to deceive me, Paula!" cried Inza, holding up one finger. "You can't do it. You would like Rob Marline just as much if your brother was not in it." "Oh, it's no use to talk to you," fluttered Paula. "You are one of the girls who will have your own way." "No, not always. I did not have my way to-day. Frank Merriwell played football. But, Paula, I think I am beginning to understand more fully just why you were so anxious Mr. Merriwell should not play on the Yale eleven. He was Mr. Marline's natural rival for the position of full-back. If Frank Merriwell played, Rob Marline could not. I'm sure I am right. You did not tell me the entire truth, but I have found it out." Paula was more than ever confused, but she could not deny Inza's charge.