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Students of ethnology who may scan these lines may find food for reflection in the fact that Tom and Nelly offer exceptions to the rules that the totems of Australian blacks generally refer to food, and that those whose totems are alike do not marry. Tom's totemic title, "Kitalbarra," is derived from a splinter of a rock off an islet to the southeast of Dunk Island.
Swaying, but still managing not to step on anyone, Dunk made his way to the aisle, and then, getting close to the box where Andy sat, climbed over the rail. The manager motioned to an usher not to interfere. Probably he thought it was the best means of producing quiet. "Here I am, Andy," announced Dunk gravely. "So I see," spoke Andy, his face blazing at the notice he was receiving.
Then they both began a hasty search among their possessions. The same thought had come to each. "Did you have my amethyst cuff buttons?" asked Andy of Dunk, who was rummaging among his effects. "I did not. Why?" "They're gone!" "Another robbery! Say, we've got to report this right away, and let Link's lawyer know!" Dunk cried. "This may clear him!"
Two and a half miles off the north-eastern coast of Australia midway, roughly speaking, between the southern and the northern limits of the Great Barrier Reef, that low rampart of coral which is one of the wonders of the world is an island bearing the old English name of Dunk.
Uncle Paul remained a bachelor to the end of his days, with Sambo as his attendant; and faithful Tim, who married a fair daughter of Erin from the "ould country," refusing to quit us, still remains in our service; while Captain van Dunk, who entered the American navy, after ploughing the seas for many a year has settled down on a farm near us, where he ploughs the land with the same energy and perseverance he ever exhibited.
But the loss of the money did not seem to be of much permanent annoyance to Len, for a few days later he was again spending royally. Andy began now to settle down to his life at Yale. He was duly established in his room with Dunk, and it was the congregating place of many of their freshmen friends.
The evening wore on, with the singing of songs, the telling of stories and the playing of the game all over again. It was such a night as occurs but seldom. Andy noticed that Dunk was slipping back into his old habits. And, as the celebration went on this became more and more noticeable. Finally, after a rollicking song, Dunk arose from his place near Andy and cried: "Fellows your eyes on me.
"He's worth saving. Maybe I can't do it but I'll try!" With hesitating steps Andy pushed open the door of Burke's place and entered. At first he could make out little through the haze of tobacco smoke, and his return was not noticed. Most of the college boys were in the rear room, and the noise of their jollity floated out to Andy. "I wonder if Dunk is still there?" he murmured.
"There's a peach of a show at Poli's. Let's take it in and have supper at Burke's afterward." Dunk got up. "Hanged if I don't!" he said, with a defiant look at Andy. "That's the stuff! Be a sport!" challenged Mortimer. "Coming along, Blair?" "No." Mortimer laughed. "Go down among the dead ones!" he cried. "Come on, Dunk, we'll make a night of it!"
"Here's where the Tiger eats the Bulldog!" cried a voice Andy recognized as that of Ben Snow. Ben had come on with the Princeton delegation the night before, and had renewed acquaintance with Andy. They had spent some time together, Ben and the players stopping at the Hotel Taft. There was a laugh at Ben's remark, and the Princeton cheer broke forth as Dunk delivered his first ball.
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