"Every one," was the low answer. "I took Carr's book and silver cup--I hid them in the closet that day you fellows caught me. I took Pulter's book, too. I was desperate--I'd take anything. I just had to have the money. I took the money Len thought he lost that night in the campus. Well, this is the end." "Yes, it's the end," said Dunk, softly, "but not for us. We've got to think of Yale." There was a footstep outside the door. The three started up in some alarm. They were not ready yet for disclosures. "Beg pardon," said a calm voice, "but I could not help hearing what was said. Perhaps I can help you." Andy swung open the door wider, and saw, standing in the hall, a man he recognized as one taking a post-graduate course in the Medical School. He was Nathan Conklin, and had taken a room in the freshman dormitory because no other was available just at that time. "Do you want some advice?" asked Conklin. He was a pleasant chap, considerably older than Andy or Dunk. And he seemed to know life. "I guess that's just what we do want," said Andy. "We are up against it. We have caught--er----" "You needn't explain," said Conklin. "The less said on such occasions the better. I happened to be passing and I could not help hearing. What I didn't hear I guessed. Now I'm going to say a few words. "Boys, Yale is bigger than any of us--better than any of us. We've got to consider the honor of Yale above everything else." Andy and Dunk nodded. Mortimer sat with his face buried in his hands. "Now then," went on Conklin, "for the honor of Yale, and not to save the reputation of anybody, we must hush up this scandal. It must go no farther than this room. Gaffington, are you willing to leave Yale?" "I suppose I'll have to," Mortimer answered, without looking up. "Yes, you would have to go if this came out, and it's better that you should go without it becoming known. Now then, are you willing to make restitution?" "I can't. I haven't a dollar in the world." "Let that go," said Dunk, quickly. "We fellows will see to that. I guess those that have missed things won't insist on getting them back; they'll do that much for the honor of Yale." "About this other man who is under charges, are you willing to give testimony--in private to the judge--that will result in freeing him?" asked Conklin. "Yes," whispered Mortimer. "Then that's all that's necessary," went on the medical student. "I'll go see the Dean. You'd better come with me, Gaffington. I'll take charge of this case." "Thank heaven!" said Andy, with a sigh of relief. "It was getting too much for me." With bowed head Mortimer Gaffington followed the medical student from the room. What transpired at the interview with the Dean neither Dunk nor Andy ever learned. Nor did they ask. It was better not to know too much.