children, and the
New Haven University in particular has a high aim for its students.

Andy "buckled down," and was doing well. His standing in class, while
not among the highest, was satisfactory, and he was in line for a place
on the freshman eleven.

How he did practice! No slave worked harder or took more abuse from the
coaches. Andy was glad of one thing--that Gaffington was out of it.
There were others, though, who tackled Andy hard in the scrimmages, but
he rather liked it, for there was no vindictiveness back of it.

As for Mortimer, he and his crowd went on their sporting way, doing just
enough college work not to fall under the displeasure of the Dean or
other officials. But it was a "close shave" at times.

Dunk seemed to stick to his resolution. He, too, was studying hard, and
for several nights after the theater escapade did not go out evenings.
Andy was rejoicing, and then, just when his hopes were highest, they
were suddenly dashed.

There had been a period of hard work, and it was followed by a football
disaster. Yale met Washington and Jefferson, and while part of the
Bulldog's poor form might be ascribed to a muddy field, it was not all
that. There was fumbling and ragged playing, and Yale had not been able
to score. Nor was it any consolation that the other team had not either.
Several times their players had menaced Yale's goal line, and only by
supreme efforts was a touchdown avoided. As it stood it was practically
a defeat for Yale, and everybody, from the varsity members to the digs,
were as blue as the cushions in the dormitory window seats.

Andy and Dunk sat in their room, thankful that it was Saturday night,
with late chapel and no lessons on the morrow.

"Rotten, isn't it, Andy?" said Dunk.

"Oh, it might be worse. The season is only just opening. We'll beat
Harvard and Princeton all right."

"Jove! If we don't!" Dunk looked alarmed.

"Oh, we will!" asserted Andy.

Dunk seemed nervous. He was pacing up and down the room. Finally,
stopping in front of Andy he said:

"Come on out. Let's go to a show--or something. Let's go down to Burke's
place and see the fellows. I want to get rid of this blue feeling."

"All right, I'll go," said Andy, hesitating only a moment.

They were just going out together when there came the sound of footsteps
and laughter down the corridor. Andy started as he recognized the voice
of Gaffington.

"Oh Dunk! Are you there?" was called, gleefully.

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