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ou. Come again, any day this time. Every day." The question in Goodhue's eyes increased. Dalrymple altered his position irritably, and refilled his glass. George didn't say good-bye, waiting for the first move from him. Dalrymple, however, continued to sip, unaffected by this departure. Goodhue, on the other hand, after a moment's hesitation, followed George out. When they had reached the tower archway Goodhue paused. The broken light from an iron-framed lamp exposed the curiosity and indecision in his eyes. "Have you any idea, Morton," he asked, "what Spike's up to with you; I mean, why he's so darned hospitable all of a sudden?" George shook his head. He was quite frank. "I'm not so dull," he said, "that I haven't been wondering about that myself." Goodhue smiled, and unexpectedly held out his hand. "Good-night, see you at the field to-morrow." "Why," George asked as he released that coveted grasp, "do you call Wandel 'Spike'?" Goodhue's voice was uneasy in spite of the laugh with which he coloured it. "Maybe it's because he's so sharp." XIII George saw a day or two later a professor's criticism in the _Daily Princetonian_ of the current number of the _Nassau Literary Magazine_. Driggs Wandel, because of a poem, was excitedly greeted as a man with a touch of genius. George borrowed a copy of the _Lit_ from a neighbour, and read a haunting, unreal bit of verse that seemed a part of the room in which it had probably been written. Obsessed by the practicality of the little man, George asked himself just what Wandel had to gain by this performance. He carried the whole puzzle to Bailly that night, and was surprised to learn that Wandel had impressed himself already on the faculty. "This verse isn't genius," Bailly said, "but it proves that the man has an abnormal control of effect, and he does what he does with no apparent effort. He'll probably be managing editor of the _Lit_ and the _Princetonian_, for I understand he's out for that, too. He's going to make himself felt in his class and in the entire undergraduate body. Don't undervalue him. Have you stopped to think, Morton, that he still wears a moustache? Revolutionary! Has he overawed the Sophomores, or has he too many friends in the upper classes?" Bailly limped up and down, ill at ease, seeking words. "I don't know how to advise you. I believe he'll help you delve after some treasure, though the stains on his own hands won't be
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