himself.

What was the use? And yet----

"He is worth saving!"

Andy struggled with himself. Again he seemed to hear that voice
whispering:

"Am I my brother's keeper?"

Andy turned resolutely away from the college buildings. He set his face
again down High Street, and swung out into Chapel.

"I'll go get him," he said, simply. "He's worth saving. Maybe I can't do
it--but--I'll try!"

CHAPTER XIX

LINK COMES TO COLLEGE

With hesitating steps Andy pushed open the door of Burke's place and
entered. At first he could make out little through the haze of tobacco
smoke, and his return was not noticed. Most of the college boys were in
the rear room, and the noise of their jollity floated out to Andy.

"I wonder if Dunk is still there?" he murmured.

He learned a moment later, for he heard some one call:

"Stand up, Dunk! Your eye on us!"

"He's in there--and I've got to save him!" Andy groaned. Then, with
clenched teeth and a firm step he went into the rear room, among that
crowd of roistering students.

Andy's reappearance was the signal for a burst of good-natured jibing,
mingled with cries of approval.

"Here he comes back!"

"I knew he couldn't stay away!"

"Who said he was a quitter?"

From among the many glasses offered Andy selected a goblet of ginger
ale. He looked about the tables, and saw Dunk at one, regarding him with
a rather uncertain eye.

"There he is!" cried Andy's roommate, waving his hand. "That's him. My
old college chum! I'm his protector! I always look after him. I say,"
and he turned to the youth beside him, "I say, what is it I protect my
old college from anyhow? Hanged if I haven't forgotten. What is it I
save him from?"

"From himself, I guess," was the answer. "You're all right, Dunk!"

"Come on, Dunk," said Andy good naturedly. "I'm going to the room.
Coming?"

Instantly there was a storm of protest.

"Of course he's not coming!"

"It's early yet!"

"Don't you go, Dunk!"

Mortimer Gaffington, fixing an insolent and supercilious stare on Andy,
said:

"Don't mind him, Dunk. You're not tied to him, remember. The
little-brother-come-in-out-of-the-wet game doesn't go at Yale. Every man
stands on his own feet. Eh, Dunk?"

"That's right."

"You're not going to leave your loving friends and go home so early; are
you, Dunk?"

"Course not. Can't leave my friends. But Andy's my friend, too; ain't
you, Andy?"

"I hope so, Dunk," Andy replied, gravely.

So