“Come out and have some fun. Bully show at the Hyperion. No end of sport. Come on!”
Mortimer, with Clarence Boyle and Len Scott, came around the corner of the corridor, arm in arm.
“Oh, you and Blair off scouting?” asked Gaffington, pausing before the two.
“We were going out—yes,” admitted Dunk.
“We’ll make a party of it then. Fall in, Blair!”
Andy rather objected to the patronizing tone of Mortimer, but he did not feel like resenting it then. Should he go?
Dunk glanced at his chum somewhat in doubt.
“Will you come, Andy?” he asked, hesitatingly.
“Yes—I guess so.”
“We’ll make a night of it!” cried Len.