Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net ANDY AT YALE OR THE GREAT QUADRANGLE MYSTERY BY ROY ELIOT STOKES THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO. CLEVELAND, O. NEW YORK, N. Y. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright, MCMXIV, by SULLY AND KLEINTEICH Printed in the United States of America by THE COMMERCIAL BOOKBINDING CO. CLEVELAND, OHIO ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CONTENTS I. A Horse-Whipping 1 II. Good Samaritans 12 III. An Unpleasant Prospect 19 IV. The Picture Show 28 V. Final Days 36 VI. The Bonfire 45 VII. Link Again 51 VIII. Off For Yale 63 IX. On The Campus 72 X. Missing Money 78 XI. "Rough House" 85 XII. A Fierce Tackle 94 XIII. Bargains 102 XIV. Dunk Refuses 113 XV. Dunk Goes Out 123 XVI. In Bad 131 XVII. Andy's Despair 138 XVIII. Andy's Resolve 146 XIX. Link Comes To College 150 XX. Queer Disappearances 158 XXI. A Gridiron Battle 166 XXII. Andy Says 'No!' 177 XXIII. Reconciliation 185 XXIV. Link's Visit 193 XXV. The Missing Watch 198 XXVI. The Girls 205 XXVII. Jealousies 213 XXVIII. The Book 219 XXIX. The Accusation 230 XXX. The Letter 237 XXXI. On The Diamond 245 XXXII. Victory 256 XXXIII. The Trap 281 XXXIV. Caught 291 XXXV. For The Honor Of Yale 300 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ANDY AT YALE CHAPTER I A HORSE-WHIPPING "Come on, Andy, what are you hanging back for?" "Oh, just to look at the view. It's great! Why, you can see for twenty miles from here, right off to the mountains!" One lad stood by himself on the summit of a green hill, while, a little below, and in advance of him, were four others. "Oh, come on!" cried one of the latter. "View! Who wants to look at a view?" "But it's great, I tell you! I never appreciated it before!" exclaimed Andy Blair. "You can see----!" "Oh, for the love of goodness! Come on!" came in protest from the objecting speaker. "What do we care how far we can see? We're going to get something to eat!" "That's right! Some of Kelly's good old kidney stew!" "A little chicken for mine!" "I'm for a chop!" "Beefsteak on the grill!" Thus the lads, waiting for the one who had stopped to admire the fine view, chanted their desires in the way of food. "Come on!" finally called one in disgust, and, with a half sigh of regret, Andy walked on to join his mates.