“Where is he?”
“Lead me to him!”
“Oh, you Andy Blair!”
Bob, Ted and Thad came bursting into the room, which would not hold many more.
“Shake!” was the general command, and Andy’s arm ached from the pump-handle process.
“What are you going to do?” asked Ted.
“We’re going to eat!” cried Dunk. “This is on me—a little supper by ourselves at Burke’s.”
“Count us in on that!” cried some one out in the corridor, and Mortimer Gaffington and some of his cronies shoved their way into the room. “We want to have a share in the blow-out! Congratulations, old man!” and he pumped Andy’s arm.
“Oh, what a night we’ll have!” cried Clarence Boyle.
“The wildest and stormiest ever!” added Len Scott. “Yale’s night!”