“Rotten, isn’t it, Andy?” said Dunk.
“Oh, it might be worse. The season is only just opening. We’ll beat Harvard and Princeton all right.”
“Jove! If we don’t!” Dunk looked alarmed.
Dunk seemed nervous. He was pacing up and down the room. Finally, stopping in front of Andy he said:
“Come on out. Let’s go to a show—or something. Let’s go down to Burke’s place and see the fellows. I want to get rid of this blue feeling.”
“All right, I’ll go,” said Andy, hesitating only a moment.
They were just going out together when there came the sound of footsteps and laughter down the corridor. Andy started as he recognized the voice of Gaffington.
“Oh Dunk! Are you there?” was called, gleefully.
“Yes, I’m here,” was the answer, and it sounded to Andy as though his chum was glad to hear that voice.