"Yes, that's so," said Hungerford. He did not insist, seeing that Stover was insensible to the hints he had tried to convey. Not wishing to express openly a point of view which was personally unsympathetic, he hesitated and remained silent.
"Coming up for a chin?" said Dink, as they neared the campus.
"No, I've got a date at Heub's. I say, Dink, I'm serious in what I said. I want to wake up and get around. Work me in."
"You bet I will, and you'll meet a gang that really have some ideas."
"That's what I want. Well, so long."
"So long, Joe."
Dink, turning to the right, entered the campus past Battell. He had never before felt so master of himself, or surer of a clear vision. The thought of his instinctive return to the Storys', and the knowledge that he had distinguished himself before Jean Story, gave him a certain exhilaration. He began to feel the opportunity that was in his hands. He remembered with pleasure Hungerford's demand to follow where he had gone, and he said to himself:
"I can make this crowd of mine see what the real thing is—and, by George, I'm going to do it."
As he delayed in the campus, Le Baron and Reynolds passed him, going toward Durfee.
"Hello, Dink."