he regular students.

And so the theft of the book and silver cup passed into history with the
other mysteries. Further search was made, and the private detective
agency, that had been engaged by the Dean, sent some active men scouting
around, but nothing came of it.

The Christmas vacation was at hand and Andy went home to spend it in
Dunmore. Chet, Ben and his other school chums were on hand, and as Andy
remarked concerning the occasion, "a jolly time was had by all."

Chet and Ben were with Andy most of the time, and when Andy told of the
doings at Yale, Chet responded with an account of the fun at Harvard,
while Ben related the doings of the Jersey Tiger.

Andy's second term at Yale began early in the new year, and he arrived
in New Haven during a driving snow storm. He went at once to his room,
where he found a note from Dunk, who had come in shortly before.

"Come over to the eating joint," the missive read, and Andy, stowing
away his bag, headed for the place.

"Over in here!"

"Shove in, plenty of room!"

"Oh, you, Andy Blair!"

"Happy New Year!"

Thus was he greeted and thus he greeted in turn. Then, amid laughter and
talk, and the rattle of knives and forks, acquaintanceship and
friendship were renewed. Andy was beginning to feel like a seasoned Yale
man now.

The studies of the second term were of increasing difficulty, and Andy
and Dunk found they had to buckle down to steady work. But they had
counted on this.

Still they found time for fun and jollity and spent many a pleasant
evening in company with their other friends. Once or twice Mortimer and
his cronies tried to get Dunk to spend the night with them, but he
refused; or, if he did go, he took Andy with him, and the two always
came home early, and with clear heads.

"They're a pair of quitters!" said Len Scott, in disgust, after one
occasion of this kind. "What do you want to bother with 'em for, Mort?"

"That's what I say," added Clarence Boyle.

"Oh, well, I may have my reasons," returned Mortimer, loftily. "Dunk
would be a good sort if he wasn't tied fast to Andy. I can't get along
with him, though."

"Me either," added Len. "He's too goody-goody." Which was somewhat
unjust to Andy.

The winter slowly wore on. Now and then there would be another of the
mysterious robberies, and on nearly every occasion the article taken was
of considerable value--jewelry, sporting trophies or expensive books.
There was suspicion of many person