"What other side?"
"Whatever you decide, and I won't take your answer until the morning," said Le Baron solemnly, "I want you to give me your word that what's happened to-night remains a secret."
"I won't give my word to that or anything else," said Dink defiantly. "I shall do exactly what I think is right to be done, and for that reason only. Now you'll have to excuse me. Good night."
He went to his bedroom, shut the door, and without undressing tumbled on the bed, and, still hearing in a confused jumble the murmur of voices, dropped off to sleep.
He was startled out of heavy dreams by a beating in his ears, and sprang up to find Bob Story thundering on his door. He looked at his watch. It was still an hour before chapel.
When he entered his dim study, Story was waiting, and Hungerford uncoiling from the couch where he had passed the night.
"Have you fellows been here all night?" said Stover, stopping short.
"Dink, we want a last chance to talk this over," said Story solemnly. "We've all had a chance to sleep it out. Le Baron isn't here, just Joe and myself—your friends."
"You make it hard for me, boys," said Dink, shaking his head.
Hungerford rose with the stiffness of the night, and coming to Stover, took him by the shoulders.