"Are you up there?"
"No, I'm down at the 'varsity grounds running around the track."
"You busy?"
"Yes, Ted, I am. Don't come up."
"All right." Then a whistled tune began, and the shuffling of a pair of feet along the walk. Gradually they faded and mingled with other whistling and feet scraping.
While Symington was thinking this over he heard another voice calling for someone else, and when a muffled response came back, the clear, outside voice said, "Stick your head out!" He heard a window lowered and the inside voice say "Well?"
"Stick it in again."
The window slammed and the man below went on down to Dohm's, whistling softly to himself.
Symington, the prep., thought that was very funny and laughed aloud, and hoped he did not disturb his host by so doing.
Presently someone else yelled for Tucker, and when he replied, "Yes, of course, I'm busy," the man below called back, "Too bad," and the entry stairs began to clatter. In a moment a broad smile and a pair of clean duck trousers burst into the room.