Dunk crashed his glass down on the table in front of Andy, and staggered away from his side.
CHAPTER XXIII
RECONCILIATION
Seldom had anything like that occurred before, and, for the moment every student in the room remained motionless, breathing hard and wondering what would come next. Andy, who had been pale, now was flushed. It was an insult; but how could he resent it?
There seemed no way. If Dunk wanted to break off their friendship that was his affair, but he might have done it more quietly. Probably all in the room, save perhaps Mortimer Gaffington, realized this. As for that youth, he smiled insultingly at Andy and murmured to Dunk, who was now passing to another table:
“That’s the way to act. Be a sport!”
It was clear that if Andy dropped Dunk, Mortimer stood ready to take him up.
“Don’t mind him, old chap. Dunk isn’t just himself to-night,” murmured Thad in Andy’s ear. “He’ll see differently in the morning.”