present----"

"Oh, dry up! You talk too much!" protested one of his companions, with a
laugh.

"What's the matter with you fellows, anyhow?" demanded another of Andy
and Dunk, who were making more strenuous efforts to get away. "Don't you
love us any more?"

"Sure, better than ever," laughed Andy. "But you know Dunk and I have to
pitch and catch in the Princeton freshman game to-morrow, and we----"

"Say no more! I forgot about that," exclaimed the leader. "They can't be
burning the midnight incandescents. Let 'em go, fellows. And may we
have the honor and pleasure of your company to-morrow night?" he asked,
with an elaborate bow.

"If we win--yes," said Dunk.

"It's a bargain, then. Come on, boys, we're late now," and they started
off.

Andy and Dunk, glad of their escape, flitted around a corner, to be out
of sight. A moment later, however, they heard renewed cries and laughter
from the throng they had just left.

"Now what's up?" asked Dunk. "Are they after us again?"

"Listen!" murmured Andy, looking for a place in which to hide.

Then they heard shouts like these:

"That's the idea!"

"Come on down to the Taft!"

"We'll give the Princeton bunch a cheer that will put the kibosh on them
for to-morrow."

"No, don't go down there," cautioned cooler heads. "We'll only get into
a row. Come on to the rathskeller!"

"No, the Taft!"

"The rathskeller!"

Thus the dispute went on, until those who were opposed to disturbing the
Princeton players had their way, and the crowd moved out of hearing.

"Thank our lucky stars!" murmured Dunk. "Let's get our chocolate and
get back to our room."

"I'm with you," said Andy.

"Oh, by the way, isn't there one of your friends on the Princeton team?"
asked Dunk, as he and Andy were sipping their chocolate in a drugstore,
on a quiet street.

"Yes, Ben Snow. He's with the crowd at the Taft."

"Did you see him?"

"For a little while this evening."

"I reckon he thinks his nine is going to win."

"Naturally," laughed Andy. "The same as we do. But don't let's talk
about it until to-morrow. I've gotten over some of my fit of nerves, and
I want to lose it for good."

"Same here. That little run-in did us good."

The two chums were back again in their room, and Andy brought out his
catching glove, which he proceeded to mend.

Quiet was settling down over the quadrangle and in the dormitories about
the big, elm-shaded square. Light after light in the rooms of