“Yes, but I give him credit for it,” went on Dunk. “He meets with a lot of discouragement, and some of the fellows are positively rude to him, but he’s always the same—good-natured and willing to put up with it. He’s working hard for his education.”
“Harder than you and I,” commented Andy. “I wonder if we’d do it?”
“I’d hate to have it thrust on me. But I do give Stein credit.”
“Yes, only for that Japanese vase business.”
“Oh, well, I believe that oily Jap did put one over on him.”
“Possibly. Oh, rats! Here come some of the fellows!”
The sound of footsteps was heard in the corridor. Andy glanced at Dunk. If it should prove to be Mortimer Gaffington, who, of late had tried in vain to get Dunk to go out with him, what was to be done? Andy caught his breath sharply.
But it proved to be a needless alarm, for Bob Hunter, Ted Wilson and Thad Warburton came in with noisy greetings.
“Look at the digs!”
“Boning away on a night like this!”