"An accident?" There was a sneer in the other's tone.
"An accident," retorted Dick, as he turned away.
"Here! Where are you going?" cried Button. Several turned to stare at him, for his manner toward Dick was most insulting.
"I am going after another ice for Miss Hanford," said the young millionaire quickly.
"Wait a minute!" ordered Dutton, in the voice he used on parade.
"Not now," drawled Dick. "Wait until I get another ice."
"You wait, I say!" spluttered Dutton.
"It's too hot," replied Dick, for he could not help but notice the insulting tones. "I'll see you later. I'm sorry about the accident.'
"That was no accident," declared Dutton. "You did that on purpose, and I—I want"
But Dick passed on. He saw Miss Hanford looking at him from among the fringe of spectators, and, as he walked back to the refreshment room, he noticed that Dutton had one of the messhall attendants wiping off as much as possible of the stain from the white satin coat.
