“He’ll have to see a good bit differently to see me,” spoke Andy stiffly. “I can’t pass that up.”
“Try,” urged Thad. “You don’t know what it may mean to Dunk.”
Andy did not reply. Some one started a song and under cover of it Andy slipped out, Chet following.
“Too bad, old man,” consoled Andy’s Harvard friend. “Is he often as bad as that?”
“Not of late. It’s getting in with that Gaffington crowd that starts him off. I guess he and I are done now.”
“I suppose so. But it’s too bad.”
“Yes.”
Andy walked on in silence for a time, and then said:
“Come on up to the room and have a chat. I won’t see you for some time now. Not till Christmas vacation.”
“That’s right. But I’ve got to get back to Cambridge. I’ll go down and get a train, I guess. Come on to the station with me. The walk will do you good.”