“Dunk!”
The figure looked up, and a little smile crept over the moody face.
“Andy!” cried Dunk, stepping forward.
The next moment their hands had met in a clasp such as they never had felt before. They looked into each other’s eyes, and there was much meaning in the glance.
“Andy—Andy—can you—forgive me?”
“Of course, Dunk; I understand.”
“All right, old man. That is the last time. Never again! Never again!”
And Dunk meant it.