“Nothing doing! We’ve got dates!” announced Andy, and this was accepted as final.
They were just about to leave, quiet having been restored, when there came a knock.
“Who is it?” asked Dunk, suspiciously.
“Gaffington,” was the unexpected answer. “Are you fellows coming to my blow-out.”
Dunk looked at Andy and paused. Following the affair in Burke’s, where Gaffington had incited Dunk against Andy, the rich youth from Andy’s town had had little to say to him. He seemed to take it for granted that his condition that night was enough of an apology without any other, and treated Andy exactly as though nothing had occurred.
“Well?” asked Gaffington, impatiently.
“Sorry, old man,” said Dunk, “but we both have previous engagements.”
“Oh, indeed!” sneered Mortimer, and they could hear him muttering to himself as he walked away.
Then the two chums sallied forth. On the way Dunk reported the loss of his watch, to the discomfiture of the Dean, who seemed much disturbed by the successive robberies.
“Something must be done!” he exclaimed, pacing up and down the room.