er,
and the two were visiting friends in New Haven. Dunk's "cousin," as he
called her, had sent him a card, asking him to call, and he had made
arrangements to bring Andy and spend the evening at the theatre.

Thither they went, happy and laughing, and to the no small envy of a
number of college lads, the said lads making unmistakable signals to
Dunk and Andy, between the acts, that they wanted to be introduced
later.

But Andy and Dunk ignored their chums.

CHAPTER XXVII

JEALOUSIES

"Well, how did you like 'em?" demanded Dunk.

"Do you mean both--or one?" asked Andy.

"Huh, you ought to know what I mean?"

"Or--_who_, I suppose," and Andy smiled.

He and his chum had come back to their room after taking home the girls
with whom they had spent the evening at the theatre. There had followed
a little supper, and the affair ended most enjoyably. That is, it seemed
to, but there was an undernote of irritation in Dunk's voice and he
regarded Andy with rather a strange look as they sat in the room
preparatory to going to bed.

"What did you and she find to talk about so much?" asked Dunk,
suspiciously. "I brought Kittie Martin around for you."

"So I imagined."

"Yet nearly all the time you kept talking to Alice Jordan. Didn't you
like Miss Martin?"

"Sure. She's a fine girl. But Miss Jordan and I found we knew the same
people back home, where I come from, and naturally she wanted to hear
about them."

"Huh! Well, the next time I get you a girl I'll make sure the one I
bring along doesn't come from the same part of the country you do."

"Why?" asked Andy, innocently enough.

"Why? Good land, man! Do you think I want the girl I pick out
monopolized by you?"

"I didn't monopolize her."

"It was the next thing to it."

"Look here, Dunk, you're not mad, are you?"

"No, you old pickle; but I'm the next thing to it."

"Why, I couldn't help it, Dunk. She talked to me."

"Bah! The same old story that Adam rung the changes on when Eve handed
him the apple. Oh, forget it! I suppose I oughtn't to have mentioned it,
but when I was all primed for a nice cozy talk to have you butting in
every now and then with something about the girls and boys back in
Oshkosh----"

"It was Dunmore," interrupted Andy.

"Well, Dunmore then. It's the same thing. I'll do--more to you if you do
it again."

"I tell you she kept asking me questions, and what could I do but
answer," replied Andy.

"You might have cha