“Oh, it’s you fellows, is it?” asked Chamber, flinging wide the door, and letting out a flood of light. “I thought I was in for a hazing, so I was keeping things on the safe side. Come on in. I’m just straightening up.”
The three tumbled into the room. Andy followed, and at the sound of his footsteps coming to a pause outside the portal Dunk peered out.
“Oh, hello, Blair!” he greeted, cordially! “I thought you were never coming! Put her there, old man! How are you?”
He caught Andy’s hand in a firm pressure with a mighty slap, and hauled him inside.
“Fellows, here’s my roommate!” went on Dunk. “Andy Blair. I hope you’ll like him as well as I do. Blair, these are some luckless freshmen like ourselves. Take ’em in the order of their beauty—Bob Hunter—never hit the bull’s eye in his life; Ted Wilson—just Ted, mostly; Thad Warburton—no end of a swell, and money to burn! Shake!”
They shook in turn, looking into each other’s eyes with that quick appraising glance that means so much. Andy liked all three. He hoped they would like him.
“So this is your hangout, eh, Dunk?” asked Ted, when the little formality of introduction was over.
“Yes, Andy had this picked out and kindly agreed to share it with me.”
“I sure was glad to!” said Andy, heartily.
“Some swell little joint,” commented Thad Warburton, looking around.