"Harder than you and I," commented Andy. "I wonder if we'd do it?" "I'd hate to have it thrust on me. But I do give Stein credit." "Yes, only for that Japanese vase business." "Oh, well, I believe that oily Jap did put one over on him." "Possibly. Oh, rats! Here come some of the fellows!" The sound of footsteps was heard in the corridor. Andy glanced at Dunk. If it should prove to be Mortimer Gaffington, who, of late had tried in vain to get Dunk to go out with him, what was to be done? Andy caught his breath sharply. But it proved to be a needless alarm, for Bob Hunter, Ted Wilson and Thad Warburton came in with noisy greetings. "Look at the digs!" "Boning away on a night like this!" "'Come into the garden, Maud!' Chuck that, you fellows, and let's go downtown. What's the matter with a picture show?" It was Thad who asked this, but Bob, with a wry face, put his hand in his pocket and drew out seven cents. "It doesn't look much like a picture show for me to-night," he said. "Oh, I'll stake you!" exclaimed Ted. "Come on." "Shall we?" asked Dunk doubtfully of Andy. "Might as well, I guess," was the answer. Andy was glad it had not been Gaffington, and he realized that it might be better to take this chance now of getting Dunk out, before the rich youth and his fast companions came along, as they might later in the evening. He knew that with Bob, Ted and Thad, there would be no long session at Burke's. "I haven't done my Greek," objected Dunk, hesitatingly. "Oh, well, I'll set the alarm clock, and we'll get up an hour earlier in the morning and floor it," suggested Andy. "Burning the candle at both ends!" protested Dunk, with a sigh. "Ain't I terrible? But lead me to it!" As they went out of Wright Hall, Andy looked across the campus and saw Gaffington, and some of his boon companions, approaching. "Just in time," he murmured. When Gaffington saw Dunk in charge of his friends he and the others turned aside. "That's when I got ahead of him!" exulted our hero. They spent a pleasant evening, and Andy and Dunk were back in their room at a reasonable hour. "I declare!" exclaimed Dunk, "I feel pretty fresh yet. I think I'll have another go at that Greek. We won't have to get up with the chickens then." "I'm with you," agreed Andy, and they did more studying than they had done in some time. "Well, I'm through," yawned Dunk, flinging his book on the table. "Now I'm going to hit the hay." The next day Dunk was complimented on his recitation. "Oh, I tell you it pays to bone a bit!" Andy cried, clapping Dunk on the back as they came out. "That's right," agreed the other. In the days that followed Andy watched Dunk closely. And, to our hero's delight, Gaffington seemed to be losing his influence. Several times Dunk refused to go out with him--refused good-naturedly enough, but steadfastly.