ds did
forget themselves a little, but it was far from being an orgy.

"I'm going to pull out soon," spoke Andy to Dunk, when an hour or so had
passed.

"Oh, don't be in a rush. I'll be with you in a little while."

"All right, I'll wait."

Again to Andy had come the idea that he might, after all, prove a sort
of "brother's keeper" to his chum.

The fun grew faster and more furious, but there was a certain line that
was never overstepped, and for this Andy was glad.

The door opened to admit another throng, and Andy saw Mortimer and
several of his companions of the fast set. How Gaffington kept up the
pace and still managed to retain his place on the football team was a
mystery to many. He had wonderful recuperative powers, though, and was
well liked by a certain element.

"Hello, Dunk!" he greeted Andy's roommate. "You're looking pretty fit."

"Same to you--though you look as though you'd been having one."

"So I have--rather strenuous practice to-day. Oh, there's the fellow who
did me up!" and he looked at Andy and, to our hero's surprise, laughed.

"It's all right, old man--no hard feelings," went on Mortimer. "Will you
shake?"

"Sure!" exclaimed Andy, eagerly. He was only too anxious not to have any
enmity.

"Put her there! Shake!" exclaimed the other. "You shook me and I shook
you. No hard feelings, eh?"

"Of course not!"

"That's all right then. Fellows, I'll give you one--Andy Blair--a good
tackier!" and Mortimer raised his glass on high.

"Andy Blair! Oh, you Andy! Your eye on us!"

And thus was Andy pledged by his enemy. What did it mean?

Faster grew the fun. The room was choking blue with tobacco smoke, and
Andy wanted to get away.

"Come on, Dunk," he said. "Let's pull out. We've got some stiff
recitations to-morrow."

"All right, I'm willing."

Mortimer saw them start to leave, and coming over put his arm
affectionately around Dunk.

"Oh, you're not going!" he expostulated. "Why, it's early yet and the
fun's just starting. Don't be a quitter!"

Dunk flushed. He was not used to being called that.

"Yes, stay and finish out," urged others.

Andy felt that it was a crisis. Yet he could say nothing. Dunk seemed
undecided for a moment, and Mortimer renewed his pleadings.

"Be a sport!" he cried. "Have a good time while you're living--you're a
long time dead!"

There was a moment's hush. Then Dunk gently removed Mortimer's arm and
said:

"No, I'm going back with Blair. Come on