Andy had lingered near the spot where he had hauled Mortimer out of the auto. He was thinking of many things. He did not forget what had happened to the intruders. Indeed it was nothing short of what they deserved, for they had deliberately tried to harass the school boys, and make a mockery of one of the oldest traditions of Milton--one that held inviolate the beautiful campus. "Only I wish it had been someone else than I who got hold of Mort," mused Andy. "He'll be sure to remember it when I get to Yale, and he'll have it in for me. He can make a lot of trouble, too, I reckon. Well, it can't be helped. They only got what was coming to 'em." With this thought Andy consoled himself, but he had an uneasy feeling for all that. The students came trooping back, after having disposed of Mortimer and his crowd. "You missed the best part of the fun," said Chet to Andy. "Those fellows thought a cyclone struck them when we tossed 'em into the car. They don't know yet whether they're going or coming back," and he laughed, his mates joining in. "Yes?" asked Andy, non-committally. "What's up?" asked Tom, curiously. "You don't act as though it had any flavor for you. What's the matter?" "Oh, well--nothing," said Andy. "Come on, let's get back to the fire, and have a last song. Then I'm going to pack. I want to leave on that early train in the morning." "Same here. Come on, boys. Whoop her up once more for Old Milton, and then we'll say good-bye." "I know what ails Andy," spoke Tom in a low tone to Frank, walking along arm in arm with him. "What?" "It's about that fellow Gaffington. Andy's sorry he had a run-in with him, and I don't blame Andy. He had trouble before, and this will only add to it. And that Gaffington is just mean enough, and small-spirited enough, to make trouble for Andy down there at Yale. He's a sport--but one of the tin-horn brand. I don't blame Andy for wishing it had been someone else." "Oh, well, here's hoping," said Frank. "We all have our troubles." "But those fellows won't trouble us again to-night," declared Chet, laughing. "They'll be glad to go home and get in bed." "Did you know any of 'em, Andy, except Gaffington?" asked Tom. "No, the others were strangers to me." "How do you reckon they got here, all the way from New Haven?" "Oh, they didn't come from Yale," declared Andy. "The university closed last week, you know. Probably Mort had some of his chums out to visit him in Dunmore. That was his car. And he wanted to show 'em the sights, and let 'em see he could run all over little Milton, so he brought 'em out here. It isn't such a run from Dunmore, you know." "I reckon that's it," agreed Tom. "Well, they got more than they were looking for, that's one consolation. Now boys, whoop her up for the last time." Again they gathered about the blazing fire, and sang their farewell song.