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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Well, Andy, how do you size it up?" asked Dunk, when Pulter had gone back to his apartment and Andy and his chum sat in their cozy room before a crackling fire. "How do you mean?" asked Andy, to gain time. "Why, about Gaffington having that book. Didn't it look sort of fishy to you?" "It did in a way, yes. But his explanation was very natural. It all might have happened that way."
I deal with the owners not with the hired men." Weary, you must understand, was never a bellicose young man. But, for all that, he leaned over and gave Dunk a slap on the jaw which must have stung considerably and the full reason for his violence lay four years behind the two, when Dunk was part owner of the Flying U, and when his sneering arrogance had been very hard to endure.
"What about your commission?" asked Thad, with a grin. "A mere nothing I must live, you know," and Ikey shrugged his shoulders. "Do you want it, Dunk? Why don't you fellows pick out something? You'll wait until they're gone and be kicking yourselves. They're dirt cheap bargains every one. Look at that vawse!" and he held up another to view in the pencil of light from the flash torch.
Gaffington that's Mortimer's father has failed in business and lost all his money. This occurred some time ago, but the family has been keeping it quiet. The Gaffingtons aren't rich at all, and Mortimer will probably have to leave Yale." "Too bad," said Dunk, and then he started off, leaving Andy to read the letter again.
Oh, you, Dunk!" "Oh! Thad Warburton, give us your eye!" It was a call to health, and several lads arose holding aloft foaming mugs of beer. For a moment Andy's heart failed him. He did not drink, and he did not intend to, yet he realized that to refuse might be very embarrassing. Yet he resolved on this course.
It was so easy to go to his room, and leave Dunk to look after himself. What was the use? And yet "He is worth saving!" Andy struggled with himself. Again he seemed to hear that voice whispering: "Am I my brother's keeper?" Andy turned resolutely away from the college buildings. He set his face again down High Street, and swung out into Chapel. "I'll go get him," he said, simply.
"It's learning how to take the measure of a fellow," went on Andy, "I mean his measure in the right way not according to the standards we are used to." "Quite philosophical; aren't you?" laughed Dunk, as he picked up a book, and leafed it. "Well, that's another habit you get into here," said Andy, with a smile. "But you know what I mean, don't you Dunk?"
"You seem wonderfully exercised about it, my young friend," remarked the elderly gentleman. "Did you have a large wager up on this game?" "No, sir, but now I can sell two dollars worth of socks," replied Ikey, hurrying off to get Dunk and Andy to redeem their promises. "Hum, very strange college customs these days very strange," murmured the elderly gentleman, shaking his head.
Afterward they went into serious consultation as to ways and means, calling Happy Jack back so that he might understand thoroughly what must be done. For the Happy Family was nothing if not thorough, and their partisanship that had been growing insensibly stronger through the years was roused as it had not been since Dunk Whittaker drove sheep in upon the Flying U.
Dunk, after waiting till he was convinced she had no intention of saying more, went off to the stables to find a messenger for the telegram, telling himself on the way that Miss Della Whitmore was a very cool young person, and not as grateful as he would like her to be.
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