Andy at Yale | Page 3

after a pause. "Suppose we do it. I don't want to get back too late."
"All right," agreed Tom. "I want to write a couple of letters myself."
"Oh, ho! Now who's got a girl?" demanded Chet, suspiciously.
"Nobody, you amalgamated turnip. I'm going to write to dad, and settle
this college business. Might as well make a decision now as later, I
reckon."
"We'll have to sign soon, or it will be too late," spoke Chet. "Those big
colleges aren't like the small prep. schools. They have waiting lists--at
least for the good rooms in the campus halls. That's where I'd like to go
if I went to Yale--in Lawrance Hall, or some place like that, where I
could look out over the campus, or the Green."
"There are some dandy rooms in front of Lawrance Hall where you can
look out over the New Haven Green," put in Ben. "I was there once,
and how I did envy those fellows, lolling in their windows on their blue
cushions, puffing on pipes and making believe study. It was great!"
"Making believe study!" exclaimed Andy. "I guess they do study! You
ought to see the stiff list of stuff on the catalog!"

"You got one?" asked Chet.
"Sure. I've been doping it out."
"I thought you said you hadn't decided where to go yet," remarked
Frank.
"Well, I have," returned Andy, quietly.
"You have! When, for the love of tripe? You said a while ago--"
"I know I did. But I've decided since then. I'm going to Yale!"
"You are? Good for you!" cried Tom, clapping his chum on the back
with such energy that Andy nearly toppled over. "That's the stuff! Rah!
Rah! Rah! Yale! Bulldog!"
"Here! Cut it out!" ordered Andy. "I'm not at Yale yet, and they don't
go around doing that sort of stuff unless maybe after a game. I was
down there about a month ago, and say, there wasn't any of that
'Rah-rah!' stuff on the campus at all. But of course I wasn't there long."
"So that's where you went that time you slipped off," commented Chet.
"Down at Yale. And you've decided to sign for there?"
"I have. It seemed to come to me as we walked down the hill. I've made
my choice. I'm going to write to dad."
They walked on silently for a few moments following Andy's remarks.
"'It was the King of France, He had ten thousand men. He marched
them up the hill, And marched them down again!'"
Thus suddenly quoted Chet in a sing-song voice, adding:
"If we're going to get any grub at Kelly's, it's up to us to march down
this hill faster than we've been going, or we'll get left. That other crowd
from Milton will have all the good places."

"Come on then, fellows, hit her up!" exclaimed Frank. "Hep! Hep! Left!
Left!" and they started off at a good pace.
They reached the country road that led more directly to Churchtown,
and swung off along this. The setting sun made a golden aurora that
June day, the beams filtering through a haze of dust. The boys talked of
many things, but chiefly of the coming parting--of the colleges they
might attend.
As they passed a farmhouse near the side of the road, and came into
view of the barnyard, they saw two men standing beside a team of
horses hitched to a heavy wagon. One was tall and heavily built,
evidently the farmer-owner. The other was a young man, of about
twenty-two years, his left arm in a sling.
The boys would have passed on with only a momentary glance at the
pair but for something that occurred as they came opposite. They saw
the big man raise a horse-whip and lash savagely at the young man.
The lash cracked like the shot of a revolver.
"I'll teach you!" fairly roared the big man. "I'll teach you to soldier on
me! Playin' off, that's what you are, Link Bardon! Playing off!"
"I'm not playing off! My arm is injured. And don't you strike me again,
Mr. Snad, or I'll----"
"You will, eh?" burst out the other. "You'll threaten me, will you? Well,
I'll teach you! Tryin' to pretend your arm is sprained so you won't have
to work. I'll teach you! Take that!"
Again the cruel whip came down with stinging force. The face of the
young man, that had flamed with righteous anger, went pale.
"Take that, you lazy, good-for-nothing!"
Again the whip descended, and the young man put up his uninjured
arm to defend himself. The farmer rained blow after blow on his hired

man, driving him toward a fence.
"Fellows! I can't stand this!" exclaimed Andy Blair, with sudden energy.
"That big brute is a coward! Are you with me?"
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