“All right, I’ll wait.”
Again to Andy had come the idea that he might, after all, prove a sort of “brother’s keeper” to his chum.
The fun grew faster and more furious, but there was a certain line that was never overstepped, and for this Andy was glad.
The door opened to admit another throng, and Andy saw Mortimer and several of his companions of the fast set. How Gaffington kept up the pace and still managed to retain his place on the football team was a mystery to many. He had wonderful recuperative powers, though, and was well liked by a certain element.
“Hello, Dunk!” he greeted Andy’s roommate. “You’re looking pretty fit.”
“Same to you—though you look as though you’d been having one.”
“So I have—rather strenuous practice to-day. Oh, there’s the fellow who did me up!” and he looked at Andy and, to our hero’s surprise, laughed.
“It’s all right, old man—no hard feelings,” went on Mortimer. “Will you shake?”
“Sure!” exclaimed Andy, eagerly. He was only too anxious not to have any enmity.
“Put her there! Shake!” exclaimed the other. “You shook me and I shook you. No hard feelings, eh?”