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He had been taken so by surprise that he at first had seemed incapable of action. At this moment the big bonfire flared up brightly, and by its glare Andy had a look at the face of the lad with whom he had clashed. The sight caused him suddenly to drop his hold and exclaim: "Mortimer Gaffington!" "Huh! So it's you, is it, Andy Blair?
We've got to consider the honor of Yale above everything else." Andy and Dunk nodded. Mortimer sat with his face buried in his hands. "Now then," went on Conklin, "for the honor of Yale, and not to save the reputation of anybody, we must hush up this scandal. It must go no farther than this room. Gaffington, are you willing to leave Yale?"
"I'll make you fellows sweat for this!" he cried "I'll fix you! I I'll " "You'd better keep quiet, if you know what's best for you," panted Andy. "We hate this business as much as you ever can, Gaffington! Don't let the whole college know about it. Keep quiet, for the honor of Yale whose name you've disgraced. Keep quiet, for we've got the goods on you and the jig is up!"
Beside him was Gaffington. Dunk had arisen and was swaying unsteadily on his feet. "Sit down!" "Keep him quiet!" "Put him out!" "Call the manager!" "Make him sit down!" Andy began to feel uneasy. He could see the unhappy condition of his roommate and those with him. The worst he feared had come to pass.
It was a tense moment, and Andy might well be pardoned for speaking a bit theatrically. Truth to tell he hardly knew what he was saying. "Yes, take it easy, Gaffington," advised Dunk. "We don't want to make a holiday of this affair; but you're at the end of your rope and the sooner you know it the better. We've caught you. Take it easy and we'll be as easy as we can." "Caught me!
"Shake!" was the general command, and Andy's arm ached from the pump-handle process. "What are you going to do?" asked Ted. "We're going to eat!" cried Dunk. "This is on me a little supper by ourselves at Burke's." "Count us in on that!" cried some one out in the corridor, and Mortimer Gaffington and some of his cronies shoved their way into the room. "We want to have a share in the blow-out!
"Say, Andy!" piped up Chet Anderson, "if you go to Yale you'll meet an old friend of yours there." "Who, for the love of bacon?" "Mortimer Gaffington!" Andy's knife fell to his plate with a clash that caused the other diners to look up hurriedly. "Mortimer Gaffington!" gasped our hero. "For cats' sake! That's so. I forgot he went to Yale! Oh, wow! Well, it can't be helped. I've made my choice!"
His standing in class, while not among the highest, was satisfactory, and he was in line for a place on the freshman eleven. How he did practice! No slave worked harder or took more abuse from the coaches. Andy was glad of one thing that Gaffington was out of it. There were others, though, who tackled Andy hard in the scrimmages, but he rather liked it, for there was no vindictiveness back of it.
Some were going towards their eating clubs or to the University dining hall. And Andy was feeling hungry. "Well, come on," urged Mortimer to his companions. "I guess we've started this freshman on the right road. Just see that you follow it, Blair. I'll be watching you." "And I'll be watching you!" thought Andy. And at that moment he was gazing intently at Gaffington.
He seemed to take it for granted that his condition that night was enough of an apology without any other, and treated Andy exactly as though nothing had occurred. "Well?" asked Gaffington, impatiently. "Sorry, old man," said Dunk, "but we both have previous engagements." "Oh, indeed!" sneered Mortimer, and they could hear him muttering to himself as he walked away.
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