He was beginning to find that jealousy was not alone confined to Dunk.
The ride came to an end at last and Andy wondered just how he stood with Dunk and the girls.
“Hang it all!” he mused, “I seem to get in Dutch all along the line.”
The girls left New Haven, having been given a little farewell supper by Dunk and Andy. The two boys had hard work to resist the many self-invited guests among their chums.
Several days later there came some letters to Dunk and Andy. One, to the latter, was from Miss Fuller, the actress, telling Andy that she expected to be in New Haven again, and asking Andy to call on her.
“You are going it!” said Dunk, when Andy told of this missive, and also mentioned receiving one from Miss Martin, thanking him for the entertainment he and Dunk had given to her and her chum. “You sure are going it, Andy! Two strings to your bow, all right.”
“Never you mind me,” retorted Andy. “I’m not on your side of the fence this time.”
There was the sound of running feet in the corridor, and someone rushed past the room, the door of which was open.
“Did you see anyone pass?” cried Frank Carr, who roomed a few apartments away from Andy and Dunk. “Did someone run past here just now?”
“We didn’t see nor hear anyone,” answered Dunk. “Why?”