“Yes, you will, you old tomcat!” and the two clasped hands warmly, and looked deep into each other’s eyes.
“Oh!” exclaimed Andy. “I forgot. Chet, this is my chum, Duncan Chamber—Dunk for short. Dunk—Chet Anderson. I went to Milton with him.”
The two shook hands, and Chet sat down, he and Andy at once exchanging a fund of talk, with Dunk now and then getting in a word.
“Did you come on with the team?” asked Andy.
“Yes, and it’s some little team, too, let me tell you!”
“Glad to hear it!” laughed Andy. “Yale doesn’t like to punch a bag of mush!”
“Oh, you won’t find any mush in Harvard. Say, have you heard from Ben?”
“Yes, saw him at the Princeton game.”
“How was he?”
“Fine and dandy.”