"I don't care to get myself into trouble with Badger. He is of the
bulldog, pugilistic type, and the first thing he would do would be to
assault me like the bully he is. I have given you the warning. You can
get all the proof you want. Probably you would never have heard of this
until too late, if I had not voluntarily brought you the story."
"You are right," Lee admitted. "Perhaps that would be asking too much."
"I have struck the blow, Badger," Donald Pike muttered, as he left the
handsome home of the Lees. "You will find it more of a knock-down, I
fancy, than if I had hit you between the eyes with my fist. Nobody ever
walks roughshod over Don Pike and gets off without suffering for it. You
will hear something drop pretty soon."
And so, chuckling, he took his way to the street-car line, and returned
to the campus and the Yale jollification.
The Kansan had accompanied Winnie Lee home that evening, as usual. The
hour was late, and he did not enter the house, but kissed her good-night
at the gate.
"Good-night and pleasant dreams, sweetheart!" he said as he turned to
go.
His heart was light, for he and Winnie had enjoyed a long and loving
talk on the way home, and throughout the evening there had been no
untoward incident to mar his pleasure.
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