“You fellows come on out!” retorted the newcomer. “There’s a peach of a show at Poli’s. Let’s take it in and have supper at Burke’s afterward.”
Dunk got up.
“Hanged if I don’t!” he said, with a defiant look at Andy.
“That’s the stuff! Be a sport!” challenged Mortimer. “Coming along, Blair?”
“No.”
Mortimer laughed.
“Go down among the dead ones!” he cried. “Come on, Dunk, we’ll make a night of it!”
And they went out together, leaving Andy alone in the silent room.