“Not for mine,” laughed Andy. “I’m in training, you know.”
“Well, we’ll keep Dunk then. Come on.”
They set out together, Andy with many misgivings in his heart.
Noisy and stirring was the welcome they received at Burke’s. It was the usual story. The night wore on, and Dunk’s good resolutions slipped away gradually.
“Come on, Andy, be a sport!” he said, raising his glass.
Andy smiled and shook his head. Then a bitter feeling came into his heart—a feeling mingled with despair.
“Hang it all!” he murmured to himself. “I’m going to quit. I’ll let him go the pace as he wants to. I’m done with him!”