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Gaffington that's Mortimer's father has failed in business and lost all his money. This occurred some time ago, but the family has been keeping it quiet. The Gaffingtons aren't rich at all, and Mortimer will probably have to leave Yale." "Too bad," said Dunk, and then he started off, leaving Andy to read the letter again.
Two of them he recognized as the ones who had been with Gaffington when the loss of the money was discovered. Andy wondered whether it had been found, but he did not like to ask. "I I'll get you for this! I'll fix you!" growled Mortimer, as his chums led him out of the room. "You you " and he swayed unsteadily, gazing at Andy. "Oh, dry up and come on!" advised Len Scott.
Gaffington and his crowd are going to have another blow-out to-night, and I wanted to make sure Dunk wouldn't fall by the wayside." "That's so. Glad you told me. I'll do all I can. But say, he and I have had a strenuous time to-day." "What's up?" asked Bob. "I've been so blamed busy getting primed for a quiz that I haven't had time to eat."
You don't mean you believe Gaffington is the quadrangle thief!" exclaimed Andy, in surprise. "I don't believe it, exactly, no. If he's rich, as you say, certainly he wouldn't run the risk for the comparatively few dollars he could get out of the thefts. But I will admit that this book business did make me suspicious." "Oh, forget it," advised Andy, with a laugh.
As he sank into his chair, rather back, for the box was well filled, he saw a college classmate. "What's up?" he asked, the curtain then being down to allow of a change of scene. "Oh, Gaffington and his crowd are joshing some of the acts." "Any row?" "No, everybody takes it good-naturedly. Bunch of our fellows here to-night." "Show any good?" "Pretty fair. Some of the things are punk.
"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.
You can settle with me later," and Gaffington slipped the big bill into his own pocket, and produced one of his own of smaller denomination. "That's good," murmured Dunk. "You're my friend and protector same as I'm Andy's protector. We're all protectors. Come on, fellows, another song!" Andy was beginning to wonder how he would get his chum home.
"Gaffington found it," said Andy. "Sit down and I'll explain," which he did. "Well, that is a queer go!" exclaimed Pulter. "How in the world did my book get out to Yale Field? It isn't so queer that Gaffington would find it, for I understand he goes out there a lot, on walks. But how did my book get there?"
And thus the various laughing and disbelieving comments came, one after another. "Bring 'em along with us, and we'll show 'em how to enjoy life!" someone called. "Gaffington will meet us at Paddy's!" Dunk flashed Andy a signal. It would not do, he knew, to spend this night of all nights the one before an important game with this crowd of fun-loving lads. They must get away.
"Yale fires out such fellows as you!" "Mortimer Gaffington!" gasped Andy. "I rather wish this hadn't happened. Or, rather I wish it had been anyone but he. I can see where this may lead." "You goin' 'pologize?" asked Mortimer, trying to fix a stern gaze on Andy. "Apologize! Certainly not!" cried Andy, indignantly. "It is you fellows who ought to apologize.
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