ANDY’S RESOLVE
“Come on back!”
“Don’t be a quitter!”
“It’s early yet!”
“The fun hasn’t started!”
These cries greeted Andy as he rose to leave Burke’s place. His eyes smarted from the smoke of many pipes, and his ears rang with the echoes of college songs. His heart ached too, as he saw Dunk in the midst of the gay and festive throng surrounding Gaffington and his wealthy chums.
“I’ve got to turn in—training, you know,” explained Andy with a smile. It was the one and almost only excuse that would be accepted. Two or three more of the athletic set dropped out with him.
“Goin’, Andy?” asked Dunk, standing rather unsteadily at a table.
“Yes. Coming?” asked Andy pausing, and hoping, with all his heart, that Dunk would come.
“Not on your life! There’s too much fun here. Have a good time when you’re living, say I. You’re an awful long time dead! Here you are, waiter!” and Dunk beckoned to the man.