e you!" exclaimed Ted. "Come on."

"Shall we?" asked Dunk doubtfully of Andy.

"Might as well, I guess," was the answer. Andy was glad it had not been
Gaffington, and he realized that it might be better to take this chance
now of getting Dunk out, before the rich youth and his fast companions
came along, as they might later in the evening. He knew that with Bob,
Ted and Thad, there would be no long session at Burke's.

"I haven't done my Greek," objected Dunk, hesitatingly.

"Oh, well, I'll set the alarm clock, and we'll get up an hour earlier in
the morning and floor it," suggested Andy.

"Burning the candle at both ends!" protested Dunk, with a sigh. "Ain't I
terrible? But lead me to it!"

As they went out of Wright Hall, Andy looked across the campus and saw
Gaffington, and some of his boon companions, approaching.

"Just in time," he murmured. When Gaffington saw Dunk in charge of his
friends he and the others turned aside.

"That's when I got ahead of him!" exulted our hero.

They spent a pleasant evening, and Andy and Dunk were back in their room
at a reasonable hour.

"I declare!" exclaimed Dunk, "I feel pretty fresh yet. I think I'll have
another go at that Greek. We won't have to get up with the chickens
then."

"I'm with you," agreed Andy, and they did more studying than they had
done in some time.

"Well, I'm through," yawned Dunk, flinging his book on the table. "Now
I'm going to hit the hay."

The next day Dunk was complimented on his recitation.

"Oh, I tell you it pays to bone a bit!" Andy cried, clapping Dunk on the
back as they came out.

"That's right," agreed the other.

In the days that followed Andy watched Dunk closely. And, to our hero's
delight, Gaffington seemed to be losing his influence. Several times
Dunk refused to go out with him--refused good-naturedly enough, but
steadfastly.

Andy tried to get Dunk interested in football, and did to a certain
extent. Dunk went out to the practice, and Andy tried to get him to go
into training.

"No, it's too late," was the answer. "Next year, maybe. But I like to
see you fellows rub your noses in the dirt. Go to it, Andy!"

Link Bardon seemed to find his employment at Yale congenial. Andy met
him several times and had some little talk with him. The young farmer
said he hoped to get permanent employment at the college, his present
position being only for a limited time.

Andy had received letters from some of his former chums at