Yes, I'm here," was the answer, and it sounded to Andy as though his
chum was glad to hear that voice.

"Come out and have some fun. Bully show at the Hyperion. No end of
sport. Come on!"

Mortimer, with Clarence Boyle and Len Scott, came around the corner of
the corridor, arm in arm.

"Oh, you and Blair off scouting?" asked Gaffington, pausing before the
two.

"We were going out--yes," admitted Dunk.

"We'll make a party of it then. Fall in, Blair!"

Andy rather objected to the patronizing tone of Mortimer, but he did not
feel like resenting it then. Should he go?

Dunk glanced at his chum somewhat in doubt.

"Will you come, Andy?" he asked, hesitatingly.

"Yes--I guess so."

"We'll make a night of it!" cried Len.

"Not for mine," laughed Andy. "I'm in training, you know."

"Well, we'll keep Dunk then. Come on."

They set out together, Andy with many misgivings in his heart.

Noisy and stirring was the welcome they received at Burke's. It was the
usual story. The night wore on, and Dunk's good resolutions slipped away
gradually.

"Come on, Andy, be a sport!" he said, raising his glass.

Andy smiled and shook his head. Then a bitter feeling came into his
heart--a feeling mingled with despair.

"Hang it all!" he murmured to himself. "I'm going to quit. I'll let him
go the pace as he wants to. I'm done with him!"

CHAPTER XVIII

ANDY'S RESOLVE

"Come on back!"

"Don't be a quitter!"

"It's early yet!"

"The fun hasn't started!"

These cries greeted Andy as he rose to leave Burke's place. His eyes
smarted from the smoke of many pipes, and his ears rang with the echoes
of college songs. His heart ached too, as he saw Dunk in the midst of
the gay and festive throng surrounding Gaffington and his wealthy chums.

"I've got to turn in--training, you know," explained Andy with a smile.
It was the one and almost only excuse that would be accepted. Two or
three more of the athletic set dropped out with him.

"Goin', Andy?" asked Dunk, standing rather unsteadily at a table.

"Yes. Coming?" asked Andy pausing, and hoping, with all his heart, that
Dunk would come.

"Not on your life! There's too much fun here. Have a good time when
you're living, say I. You're an awful long time dead! Here you are,
waiter!" and Dunk beckoned to the man.

Andy paused a moment--and only for a moment. Then he hardened his heart
and turned to go.

"Leave the door open," Dunk called after him. "I'll be home