jad no longer throbbed, and his throat was less
7“Norry,” he called feebly.
“Yes?” Norry stood in the doorway. “Feeling itter ?”
“Yes, some. Come sit down on the bed. I want ' talk to you. But get me another drink first, ease. My mouth tastes like burnt rubber.”
Norry gave him the drink and then sat down on e edge of the bed, silently waiting. “I’m awfully ashamed of myself, old man,” ugh began. “I—I don’t know what to say. I n’t remember much what happened. I remember •inging Cynthia up here and you coming in and en—well, I somehow can’t remember anything ter that. What did you do?” “I took Cynthia home and then came back and it you to bed.” Norry gazed at the floor and oke softly. “You took Cynthia home?” “Of course.” Hugh stared at him in awe. “But if you’d been en with her in the dorm, you’d have been fired om college.” “Nobody saw us. It’s all right,” Hugh wanted to cry. “Oh, Lord, Norry, you re hite,” he exclaimed. “The whitest fellow that er lived.
You took that chance for me.”
