scription, but the idea was rejected
unanimously.

How Mortimer worked, and how he accomplished the various robberies,
without being detected, remained a mystery. No one cared to go into it,
for it was too delicate a subject.

The charge against Link was dismissed after a certain interview the Dean
had with the county prosecutor, and Link was given his old place back.

"But if it had come to a trial," he said to Andy, when he was told that
the thief (no name being mentioned) had confessed, "if I had been tried
I could have told where that mysterious hundred dollars came from."

"Where?" asked Andy interestedly.

"From that farmer you saved me from. He got religion lately, and felt
remorse for my injured arm. So he sent me the hundred dollars for my
doctor's bill and other expenses."

"And never said a word about it?" asked Dunk.

"Not a word. But he died the other day, and the truth came out. A fellow
I know in the town wrote me about it. So I could have proved that I
didn't get the money by stealing."

"It wasn't necessary," said Andy. "So everything is explained now."

Andy's first year at Yale was nearing its close. The season was to wind
up with a series of affairs and with several ball games, including one
for the freshman team. Of course Dunk and Andy played. I wish I could
say that Yale won, but truth compels me to state that Princeton
"trimmed" her.

"And we'll do it again!" exulted Ben Snow, as he greeted Andy after the
contest.

"I don't know about that!" was the answer. Then Andy hurried off to
where a certain pretty girl waited for him. No, I'm not going to mention
her name. You wouldn't know her, anyhow.

"Well," remarked Andy, as he and Dunk were packing up to go home for the
summer holidays, "college is a great place."

"Especially Yale."

"Oh, I don't know. Of course I think there's no place like Yale, but
there are others."

And so Andy and Dunk packed up and prepared to start for home, agreeing
to room together again during their sophomore year, and until they had
completed their college course.

They had locked their trunks, and their valises where ready. When came a
knock on their door, and a voice said:

"Such bargains! Never before have I had such neckties and silk socks!
Fellows, let me show you----"

"Get out, you Shylock!" laughed Andy, locking the portal. "We've only
got money enough for our railroad fare!"

And Ikey Stein departed, looking for other bargain victims.