“Then excuse me! Are you coming to Burke’s? You can take sarsaparilla, you know. Thad and his bunch are coming.”
“Sure, I don’t mind trailing along. Got to get at a little of that infernal Greek, though.”
“All right, I’ll wait. The fellows will be along soon.”
And as Andy did a little of necessary studying he could not help wondering where Dunk would end. A fine young fellow, with plenty of money, and few responsibilities. Yale—indeed any college—offered numberless temptations for such as he.
“Well, I can’t help it,” thought Andy. “He’s got to look out for himself.”
And again there seemed to come to him that whisper:
“Am I my brother’s keeper?”
Surely Dunk was a college brother.
Andy had scarcely finished wrestling with his Homer when there came a series of loud and jolly hails:
“Oh, you Dunk!”