“And you’re going to try again?”
“I sure am. He’s worth saving.”
Andy felt as though some one had dealt him a blow. “Worth saving!” Yes, that was it. He saw a light.
The two men passed on. Andy hesitated.
“Worth saving!”
It seemed as though some one had shouted the words at him.
“Worth saving!”
Andy’s heart was beating tumultuously. His head and pulses throbbed. His ears rang.
He stood still on the sidewalk, near the gateway beside Chittenden Hall. His room was a little way beyond. It would be easy to go there and go to bed, and Andy was very tired. He had played a hard game of football that day. It was so easy to go to his room, and leave Dunk to look after himself.
What was the use? And yet——