"Hang it all!" he murmured to himself. "I'm going to quit. I'll let him go the pace as he wants to. I'm done with him!" CHAPTER XVIII ANDY'S RESOLVE "Come on back!" "Don't be a quitter!" "It's early yet!" "The fun hasn't started!" These cries greeted Andy as he rose to leave Burke's place. His eyes smarted from the smoke of many pipes, and his ears rang with the echoes of college songs. His heart ached too, as he saw Dunk in the midst of the gay and festive throng surrounding Gaffington and his wealthy chums. "I've got to turn in--training, you know," explained Andy with a smile. It was the one and almost only excuse that would be accepted. Two or three more of the athletic set dropped out with him. "Goin', Andy?" asked Dunk, standing rather unsteadily at a table. "Yes. Coming?" asked Andy pausing, and hoping, with all his heart, that Dunk would come. "Not on your life! There's too much fun here. Have a good time when you're living, say I. You're an awful long time dead! Here you are, waiter!" and Dunk beckoned to the man. Andy paused a moment--and only for a moment. Then he hardened his heart and turned to go. "Leave the door open," Dunk called after him. "I'll be home in th' mornin'." And then the crowd burst out into the refrain: "He won't be home until morning, He won't be home until morning." Over and over again rang the miserable chant that has bolstered up so many a man who, otherwise, would stop before it was too late. Andy breathed deep of the cool night air as he got outside. The streets were quiet and deserted, save for those who had come out with him, and who went their various ways. As Andy turned down a side street he could still hear, coming faintly to him through the quiet night the strains of: "We won't go home until morning." "Poor old Dunk!" mused Andy. "I hate to quit him, but I've got to. I'm not going to be looking after him all the while. It's too much work. Besides, he won't stay decent permanently." He was angry and hurt that all his roommate's good resolutions should thus easily be cast to the winds. "I'm just going to quit!" exclaimed Andy fiercely. "I've done all I could. Besides, it isn't my affair anyhow. I'll get another room--one by myself. Oh, hang it all, anyhow!" Moody, angry, rather dissatisfied with himself, wholly dissatisfied with Dunk, Andy stumbled on. As he turned out of Chapel into High Street he saw before him two men who were talking earnestly. Andy could not help hearing what they said. "Is the case hopeless?" one asked. "Oh, no, I wouldn't say that." "Yet he's promised time and again to reform, and every time he slips back again." "Yes, I know. He isn't the only one at the mission who does that." Andy guessed they were church workers. "Don't you get tired?" asked the questioner. "Oh, yes, often. But then I get rested." "But this chap seems such a bad case." "They're all bad, more or less. I don't mind that." "And you're going to try again?"