t; but how could he resent it?

There seemed no way. If Dunk wanted to break off their friendship that
was his affair, but he might have done it more quietly. Probably all in
the room, save perhaps Mortimer Gaffington, realized this. As for that
youth, he smiled insultingly at Andy and murmured to Dunk, who was now
passing to another table:

"That's the way to act. Be a sport!"

It was clear that if Andy dropped Dunk, Mortimer stood ready to take him
up.

"Don't mind him, old chap. Dunk isn't just himself to-night," murmured
Thad in Andy's ear. "He'll see differently in the morning."

"He'll have to see a good bit differently to see me," spoke Andy
stiffly. "I can't pass that up."

"Try," urged Thad. "You don't know what it may mean to Dunk."

Andy did not reply. Some one started a song and under cover of it Andy
slipped out, Chet following.

"Too bad, old man," consoled Andy's Harvard friend. "Is he often as bad
as that?"

"Not of late. It's getting in with that Gaffington crowd that starts him
off. I guess he and I are done now."

"I suppose so. But it's too bad."

"Yes."

Andy walked on in silence for a time, and then said:

"Come on up to the room and have a chat. I won't see you for some time
now. Not till Christmas vacation."

"That's right. But I've got to get back to Cambridge. I'll go down and
get a train, I guess. Come on to the station with me. The walk will do
you good."

The two chums strolled through the lighted streets, which were much more
lively than usual on account of the celebration of the football victory.
But Andy and Chet paid little heed to the bustle and confusion about
them.

When Andy got back to his room, after bidding Chet good-bye, Dunk had
not come in. Andy lay awake some time waiting for him, wondering what
he would say when he did come in. But finally he dozed off, and awaking
in the morning, from fitful slumbers, he saw the other bed empty. Dunk
had not come home.

"Well, if he's going to quit me I guess it can't be helped," remarked
Andy. "And I guess I'd better give up this room, and let him get some
one else in. It wouldn't be pleasant for me to stay here if he pulled
out. I'd remember too much. Yes, I'll look for another room."

He went to chapel, feeling very little in the mood for it, but somehow
the peaceful calm of the Sunday service eased his troubled mind. He
looked about for Dunk, but did not see him. Perhaps it was just as well.

After chapel Andy w