"Same here," sighed Andy. "But the only way to stop suspicion from falling on others is to get Mortimer with the goods. We've got to save Link, too." "That's right," assented Dunk. "He isn't a Yale man, but he's a heap better than the kind in there." He nodded his head in the direction of their room, where Mortimer now was. They had left a light burning, and could see, as its beams were cut off now and then, that the intruder was moving about in their apartment. "Come on, let's get him--and have it over with," suggested Dunk. "No, we've got to get the goods on him," said Andy. "Well, hasn't he got plenty of stolen goods--those from the other fellows' rooms?" "I know. But if we went in on him now he'd bluff it off--say he came in to borrow a book--or money maybe." "But we could search him." "You can't search a fellow for coming to borrow something," declared Andy. "Come on, let's go where we can look in." Silently they stole forward until they were opposite their door. From it they had a good view of Mortimer. Just at that moment they saw him reach for the bills on the table and, with a quick motion, pocket them. Then the thief started toward a bureau. "Come on!" whispered Andy, hoarsely. "We've got to get him now, Dunk!" With beating hearts the two sped silently but swiftly into the room. They fairly leaped for Mortimer, who turned like a flash, glaring at them. Fear was in his startled eyes--fear and shame. Then in an instant he determined to face it out. "We--we've got you!" cried Dunk, exultantly. "Got me? I don't know what you mean?" said Mortimer, 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."