"Why, that's the Bardon chap we took away from that farmer!" exclaimed Frank. "That's right!" cried Andy. "Hello, Link!" he called genially. "What you doing here?" "Oh, how are you?" asked the farm lad. "Glad to see you all again," and he nodded to each one in turn. He did not at all presume on his acquaintance with them, and was about to pass on, when Andy said: "Sit down. How's your arm?" "Oh much better, thank you. I've been working steadily since you helped me." "That's good. Where are you bound for now?" went on Andy. "Why, I'm going to look up an uncle of mine I haven't seen in years. I hear he has a big farm, and I thought I'd like to work for him." "Where is it?" asked Andy. "In a place called Wickford, Connecticut." "Wickford!" exclaimed Andy. "Why that's near New Haven, and Yale--where I'm going this fall. Maybe I'll see you there, Link." "Maybe," assented the young farmer, and then, declining Andy's invitation to sit with the school lads, he passed on down the car aisle. CHAPTER VIII OFF FOR YALE Andy Blair had signed for Yale University. He had, as before noted, communicated to his father his desire to attend the New Haven institution, and Mr. Blair, who had given his son a free hand in the matter, had acquiesced. Milton was well known among the various preparatory schools, and her final examinations admitted to Yale with few other formalities. So Andy had no trouble on that score, save in a few minor matters, which were easily cleared up. He had matriculated, and all that remained was to select a room or dormitory. He had been studying over a Yale catalog, and looking at the accompanying map which gave the location of the various buildings. "Now the question is," said Andy, talking it over with the folks at home, "the question is do I want to go to a private house and room, or had I better take a place in one of the Halls. I rather like the idea of a Hall room myself--Wright for choice--but of course that might cost more than going to a private house." "If it's a question of cost, don't let that stand in the way," replied Mr. Blair, generously. "I'm not given to throwing money away, Andy, my boy, and a college education isn't a cheap thing, no matter how you look at it. But it's worth all it costs, I believe, and I want you to have the best. "If you can get more into the real life of Yale by having a room in Wright Hall, or in any of the college dormitories, why do so. There's something in being right on the ground, so to speak. You can absorb so much more." "Good for you, Dad!" cried Andy. "You're a real sport. Then I vote for a Hall. I'll take a run down and see what I can arrange." "But wouldn't a private house be quieter?" suggested Mrs. Blair. "You know you'll have to do lots of studying, Andy, and if you get in a big building with a lot of other students they may annoy you." "Oh, I guess, Mother," said Bertha, Andy's sister, "that he'll do his share of annoying, too."