Suddenly a thought came to him.
"Gee, I bet I shook up Tough McCarty, anyhow," he said grimly. And refreshed by this delightful thought he went briskly across the Circle.
At the steps Finnegan, coming out the door, hailed him excitedly:
"Hi, Dink, we've got a Freshman who's setting up to jiggers and éclairs. Hurry up!"
"No," said Dink.
"What?" said Dennis faintly.
"I can't," said Dink, bristling; "I'm in training."
XIII
The Tennessee Shad, reclining in an armchair softened by sofa cushions, gave critical directions to Dink Stover and Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan, to whom, with great unselfishness, he had surrendered all the privileges of the hanging committee.
"Suppose you agitate yourself a little," said Dink, descending from a rickety chair which, placed on a table, had allowed him to suspend a sporting print from the dusty moulding.