CHAPTER XIX
LINK COMES TO COLLEGE
With hesitating steps Andy pushed open the door of Burke's place andentered. At first he could make out little through the haze of tobaccosmoke, and his return was not noticed. Most of the college boys were inthe rear room, and the noise of their jollity floated out to Andy.
"I wonder if Dunk is still there?" he murmured.
He learned a moment later, for he heard some one call:
"Stand up, Dunk! Your eye on us!"
"He's in there--and I've got to save him!" Andy groaned. Then, withclenched teeth and a firm step he went into the rear room, among thatcrowd of roistering students.
Andy's reappearance was the signal for a burst of good-natured jibing,mingled with cries of approval.
"Here he comes back!"
"I knew he couldn't stay away!"
"Who said he was a quitter?"
From among the many glasses offered Andy selected a goblet of gingerale. He looked about the tables, and saw Dunk at one, regarding him witha rather uncertain eye.
"There he is!" cried Andy's roommate, waving his hand. "That's him. Myold college chum! I'm his protector! I always look after him. I say,"and he turned to the youth beside him, "I say, what is it I protect myold college from anyhow? Hanged if I haven't forgotten. What is it Isave him from?"
"From himself, I guess," was the answer. "You're all right, Dunk!"
"Come on, Dunk," said Andy good naturedly. "I'm going to the room.Coming?"
Instantly there was a storm of protest.
"Of course he's not coming!"
"It's early yet!"
"Don't you go, Dunk!"
Mortimer Gaffington, fixing an insolent and supercilious stare on Andy,said:
"Don't mind him, Dunk. You're not tied to him, remember. Thelittle-brother-come-in-out-of-the-wet game doesn't go at Yale. Every manstands on his own feet. Eh, Dunk?"
"That's right."
"You're not going to leave your loving friends and go home so early; areyou, Dunk?"
"Course not. Can't leave my friends. But Andy's my friend, too; ain'tyou, Andy?"
"I hope so, Dunk," Andy replied, gravely.
Somebody interrupted with a song, and there was much laughter. Mortimeralone seemed to be the sinister influence at work, and he hovered nearDunk as if to counteract the good intentions of Andy.
"Here you are, waiter!" cried Dunk. "Everybody have something--gingerale, soda water, pop, anything they like. Cigars, too." He pulled out abill--a yellow-back--and Andy saw Mortimer take it from his shakingfingers.
"Don't be so foolish!" exclaimed the sophomore. "You don't want to spendall that. Here, I'll hand out a fiver and keep this for you untilmorning. You can settle with me later," and Gaffington slipped the bigbill into his own pocket, and produced one of his own--of smallerdenomination.
"That's good," murmured Dunk. "You're my friend and protector--same asI'm Andy's protector. We're all protectors. Come on, fellows, anothersong!"
Andy was beginning to wonder how he would get his chum home. It wasgetting very late and to enter Wright Hall at an unseemly hour meanttrouble.
"Come on, Dunk--let's light out," said Andy again, making his way tohis roommate's side.
"No, you don't!"
"That game won't go!"
"Let Dunk alone, he can look out for himself."
Laughing and expostulating, the others got between Andy and his friend.It was all in good-natured fun, for most of the boys, beyond perhapssmoking a little more than was good for them, were not at all reckless.But the spirit of the night seemed to have laid hold of all.
"Come on, Dunk," appealed Andy.
"He's going to stay!" declared Mortimer, thrusting himself between Andyand Dunk, and sticking out his chin in aggressive fashion. "I tell youhe's going to stay! We don't want any of your goody-goody methods here,Blair!"
Andy ignored the affront.
"Are you coming, Dunk?" he repeated softly.
Dunk raised his head and flashed a look at his roommate. Something inDunk's better nature must have awakened. And yet he was all good nature,so it is difficult to speak of the "better" side. The trouble was thathe was too good-natured. Yet at that instant he must have had anunderstanding of what Andy's plan was--to save him from himself.
"You want me to come with you?" he asked slowly.
"Yes, Dunk."
"Then I'm coming."
Mortimer put his arm around Dunk and whispered in his ear.
"You don't want to go," he insisted.
"Yes, he does," said Andy, firmly.
For a moment he and the other youth faced each other. It was a struggleof wills for the mastery of a character, and Andy won--at least thefirst "round."
"I'm going with my friend," said Dunk firmly, and despite furtherprotests he went out with his arm over Andy's shoulder. There were criesand appeals to remain, but Dunk heeded them not.
"I'm going to quit," he announced. "Had enough fun for to-night."
Out in the clear, cool air Andy breathed free again.
"Shall I get a cab?" he asked. "There must be one somewhere around."
"Certainly not," answered Dunk. "I--I can walk, I guess."
They reached Wright Hall, neither speaking much on the way. Andy wasglad--and sorry. Sorry that Dunk had allowed his resolution to bebroken, but glad that he had been able to stop his friend in time.
"Thanks, old man," said Dunk, briefly, as they reached their room."You've done more than you know."
"That's all right," replied Andy, in a low voice.
Dunk went to chapel with Andy the next morning, but he was rather silentduring the day, and he flunked miserably in several recitations on thedays following. Truth to tell he was in no condition to put his mindseriously on lessons, but he tried hard.
Andy, coming in from football practice one afternoon, found Dunkstanding in the middle of the apartment staring curiously at ayellow-backed ten-dollar bill he was holding in both of his hands.
"What's the matter?" asked Andy. "A windfall?"
"No, Gaffington just sent it in to me. Said it was one he took the othernight when I flashed it at Burke's."
"Oh, yes, I remember," spoke Andy. "You were getting too generous."
"I know that part of it--Gaffington meant all right. But I don'tunderstand this."
"What?" asked Andy.
"Why, this is a ten-spot, and I'm sure I had a twenty that night.However, I may be mistaken--I guess I couldn't see straight. But I wassure it was a twenty. Don't say anything about it, though--probably Iwas wrong. It was decent of Gaffington not to let me lose it all."
And Dunk thrust the ten dollar bill into his pocket.
It was several days after this when Andy, crossing the quadrangle, saw afamiliar figure raking up the leaves on the campus.
"What in the world is he doing here--if that's him?" he asked himself."And yet it does look like him."
He came closer. The young fellow raking up the leaves turned, and Andyexclaimed:
"Link Bardon! What in the world are you doing here?"
"Oh, I've come to college!" replied the young farm hand, smiling. "Howdo you do, Mr. Blair?"
"Come to college, eh?" laughed Andy. "What course are you taking?"
"I expect to get the degree B. W.--bachelor of work," was the rejoinder."I'm sort of assistant janitor here now."
"Is that so! How did it happen?"
"Well, you know the last time I saw you I was on my way to see if Icould locate an uncle of mine, just outside of New Haven. I didn't, forhe'd moved away. Then I got some odd bits of work to do, and finally,coming to town with a young fellow, who, like myself was out of work, Iheard of this place, applied for it and got it. I like it."
"Well, I'm glad you are here," said Andy. "If I can help you in any waylet me know."
"I will, Mr. Blair. You did help a lot before," and he went on rakingleaves, while Andy, musing on the strange turns of luck and chance,hurried on to his lecture.
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