trying to speak
easily. But his voice broke--his tones were hoarse, and Andy noticed
that his hands were trembling. Mortimer edged over toward the door.

"I came in to get a book," he faltered, "but I----"

"Grab him, Dunk!" commanded Andy, and the two threw themselves upon the
intruder.

CHAPTER XXXV

FOR THE HONOR OF YALE

"What does this mean? You fellows sure have your nerve with you! Let me
go, or I'll----"

Mortimer stormed and raved, struggling to get loose from the grip of
Andy and Dunk.

"I'll make you fellows sweat for this!" he cried "I'll fix you!
I--I'll----"

"You'd better keep quiet, if you know what's best for you," panted Andy.
"We hate this business as much as you ever can, Gaffington! Don't let
the whole college know about it. Keep quiet, for the honor of Yale whose
name you've disgraced. Keep quiet, for we've got the goods on you and
the jig is up!"

It was a tense moment, and Andy might well be pardoned for speaking a
bit theatrically. Truth to tell he hardly knew what he was saying.

"Yes, take it easy, Gaffington," advised Dunk. "We don't want to make a
holiday of this affair; but you're at the end of your rope and the
sooner you know it the better. We've caught you. Take it easy and we'll
be as easy as we can."

"Caught me! What do you mean?" asked the unfortunate lad excitedly.
"Can't I come to your room to borrow a book without being jumped on as
if I----"

"Exactly! As though you were the thief that you are!" said Andy,
bitterly. "What does this mean?"

With a quick motion, letting go of one of Mortimer's wrists, Andy
reached into the other's pocket and pulled out the bills. "They're
marked with our initials," he said, and his voice was sad, rather than
triumphant. "We left them there to see if you'd take them."

The production of the bills took all the fight out of Mortimer
Gaffington. He ceased his struggling and sank limply into a chair which
Dunk pushed forward for him.

There followed a moment of silence--a silence that neither Andy or Dunk
ever forgot. The quadrangle thief moistened his dry lips once or twice
and then said hoarsely:

"Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"That's the question," spoke Andy, wearily. "What _are_ we going to
do about it?"

"Are you going to deny it?" asked Dunk. "Before you answer, think what
it means. An innocent man is under charges for these thefts."

Mortimer did not answer for a moment. When he did speak it was