"Tough, that's a good sign; let's up."
Arm in arm, laughing uproariously, they went, still a little shaky, back toward the school.
"I say, Tough," said Dink, throwing his arm affectionately about the other's shoulders. "I've been pretty much of a jackass, haven't I?"
"Oh, come, now!"
"I'm afraid I'm not built for a sport," said Dink, with a lingering regret. "But I say, Tough——"
"What?"
"I may be the prodigal son, but you're the devil of a moral lecturer, you are!"
XXI
One Wednesday afternoon, as Dink was lolling gorgeously on his window-seat, sniffing the alert air and waiting for the moment to go skipping over to the 'Varsity field for the game with a visiting school, a voice from below hailed him:
"Oh, you, Rinky Dink!"