you? No, sir-r-r, the Frolic host is always on the football team. That's how Trask got his start."
He failed to add that Trask, who had arrived at Tate the greenest of green Freshmen, had always considered the Frolic episode the one adverse mark on his record. Trask had given the Frolic. But he had immediately afterward seen the rocks ahead and steered a new course from then on.
Dan Sheldon had Harold going now, and he knew it. He cajoled, flattered, lied, brow-beat and pleaded. And eventually Harold yielded to the extent of walking down to the Hotel Tate with Dan and seeing the manager, Howard Estabrook.
Dan tactfully led his victim by a detour through the hotel that took them far from Peggy Sayre's cigar counter. Estabrook looked like a beau of the Victorian age, with his choker collar and Ascot tie, his sharply creased narrow gray trousers and his simpering voice. He had been apprised of Sheldon's errand in advance. He thoroughly understood the purpose of this visit.
"Fifty dollars for the ballroom, say another fifty for the music and refreshments, and twenty more for incidentals—a hundred and twenty dollars in all. Very cheap. And it
