Back in the gymnasium, later, after a refreshing shower, Andy managed to get away from the admiring crowd, and finding Chet took him to his room. Dunk was there before them.
“This is a great and noble occasion!” he cried, as Andy came in. “I’m proud of you, my boy! Proud! Put her there!”
Andy sent his hand into that of his roommate with a resounding whack.
“We’ve got to celebrate!” cried Dunk. “The freshman football season is over. You break training. You’ve got to celebrate!”
“I don’t mind—in a mild sort of way,” laughed Andy.
“Oh, strictly proper—strictly proper!” agreed Dunk.
“I think I’d better be getting back,” remarked Chet.
“No, stay and see the fun,” insisted Dunk, and Chet agreed to do so.
There came a rush of feet along the corridor, and some one whistled “See the conquering hero comes!”
“There are some of the fellows now!” cried Dunk. “Oh! this is great. We must make this a noteworthy occasion. We must celebrate properly!” he was getting quite excited, and Andy began to worry somewhat, for he did not want his roommate to celebrate in the wrong way, and there was some danger lest he might.