“qlCome into the garden, Maud!’ Chuck that, you fellows, and let’s go downtown. What’s the matter with a picture show?”
It was Thad who asked this, but Bob, with a wry face, put his hand in his pocket and drew out seven cents.
“It doesn’t look much like a picture show for me to-night,” he said.
“Oh, I’ll stake you!” exclaimed Ted. “Come on.”
“Shall we?” asked Dunk doubtfully of Andy.
“Might as well, I guess,” was the answer. Andy was glad it had not been Gaffington, and he realized that it might be better to take this chance now of getting Dunk out, before the rich youth and his fast companions came along, as they might later in the evening. He knew that with Bob, Ted and Thad, there would be no long session at Burke’s.
“I haven’t done my Greek,” objected Dunk, hesitatingly.
“Oh, well, I’ll set the alarm clock, and we’ll get up an hour earlier in the morning and floor it,” suggested Andy.
“Burning the candle at both ends!” protested Dunk, with a sigh. “Ain’t I terrible? But lead me to it!”
As they went out of Wright Hall, Andy looked across the campus and saw Gaffington, and some of his boon companions, approaching.