"I sure am. He's worth saving." Andy felt as though some one had dealt him a blow. "Worth saving!" Yes, that was it. He saw a light. The two men passed on. Andy hesitated. "Worth saving!" It seemed as though some one had shouted the words at him. "Worth saving!" Andy's heart was beating tumultuously. His head and pulses throbbed. His ears rang. He stood still on the sidewalk, near the gateway beside Chittenden Hall. His room was a little way beyond. It would be easy to go there and go to bed, and Andy was very tired. He had played a hard game of football that day. 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. "He's worth saving. Maybe I can't do it--but--I'll try!" CHAPTER XIX LINK COMES TO COLLEGE 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. 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, with clenched teeth and a firm step he went into the rear room, among that crowd 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 ginger ale. He looked about the tables, and saw Dunk at one, regarding him with a rather uncertain eye. "There he is!" cried Andy's roommate, waving his hand. "That's him. My old 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 my old college from anyhow? Hanged if I haven't forgotten. What is it I save 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. The little-brother-come-in-out-of-the-wet game doesn't go at Yale. Every man stands on his own feet. Eh, Dunk?" "That's right." "You're not going to leave your loving friends and go home so early; are you, Dunk?"