udge on you and being easy!" laughed Mortimer. "This thing has to
be done good and proper. Come on, let's go out. We'll smear this old
town with a mixture of red and blue."

"That makes purple," laughed Dunk.

"No matter!" cried Mortimer. "Come on."

Andy could not very well refuse and a little later he found himself with
some of the other football players, at a table in Burke's place.

The air was blue with smoke--veritable Yale air. There was laughter,
talk, and the clatter of glasses on every side. The evening wore on,
with the singing of songs, the telling of stories and the playing of the
game all over again. It was such a night as occurs but seldom.

Andy noticed that Dunk was slipping back into his old habits. And, as
the celebration went on this became more and more noticeable.

Finally, after a rollicking song, Dunk arose from his place near Andy
and cried:

"Fellows--your eyes on me. I'm going to propose a toast to the best one
among us."

"Name your man!"

Dunk was thus challenged.

"I'll name him in a minute," he went on, raising his glass on high.
"He's the best friend I've got. I give you--Andy Blair!"

"Andy Blair!" was roared out.

"Stand up, Andy!"

He arose, a glass of ginger ale in his hand.

"We're goin' drink your health!" said Dunk.

"Thank you!" said Andy.

"Then fill up your glass!"

"It is filled, Dunk. Can't you see?"

"That's no stuff to drink a health in. Here, waiter, some real ale for
Mr. Blair."

"No--no," said Andy quickly. "I don't drink anything stronger than soft
stuff--you know it, Dunk."

For a moment there was a silence in the room. Andy felt himself growing
pale.

"You--you won't drink with me?" asked Dunk slowly.

"I'd like to--but I can't--I don't touch it."

"He's a quitter!" cried Mortimer, angrily, from the other side of the
table. "A rank quitter! He won't drink his own toast!"

"Won't you drink with me, Andy?" asked Dunk, in sorrowful tones.

"In soft stuff--yes."

"No, in the real stuff!"

"I can't!"

"Then, by Caesar, you are a quitter, and here's where you and I part
company!"

Dunk crashed his glass down on the table in front of Andy, and staggered
away from his side.

CHAPTER XXIII

RECONCILIATION

Seldom had anything like that occurred before, and, for the moment every
student in the room remained motionless, breathing hard and wondering
what would come next. Andy, who had been pale, now was flushed. It was
an insul