“Oh, you Dunk!”
“Over here! Lots of room!”
“Waiter, five more cold steins!”
“None for me!” said Andy with a smile.
“That’s all right—he’s trying for the team,” someone said, in a low tone.
“Oh!”
Through the haze of the smoke of many pipes Andy saw some of the football crowd. They were all taking “soft stuff,” which he himself ordered.
Then began an evening of jollity and clean fun. It was rather rough, and of the nature of horseplay, of course, and perhaps some of the lads did forget themselves a little, but it was far from being an orgy.
“I’m going to pull out soon,” spoke Andy to Dunk, when an hour or so had passed.
“Oh, don’t be in a rush. I’ll be with you in a little while.”