"There is something," the freshman said, pointing to the object on the pavement. "I saw one of you drop it. Perhaps it is the pocketbook." Len wheeled and made a grab for it. "That's mine!" he cried. "It must have worked up out of my pocket and fallen. Thanks!" he added, warmly, to Andy. With a quick motion Len opened his wallet. A strange look came over his face as he cried: "It's empty!" "Empty!" gasped Mortimer. "Let's see!" He leaned forward, as did Clarence, all three staring into the opened pocketbook. Andy looked on curiously. "It was one of those freshmen!" declared Mortimer, with conviction. "They must have slipped their hand up in your coat when we were frisking them, and taken out the money." "But how could they when I still had the pocketbook?" asked Len, much puzzled. "They must have taken out the bills, and put the wallet back," went on Mortimer, quickly. "They didn't get it all the way in your pocket and it tumbled out when you were standing here. Lucky we noticed it or we wouldn't have known what happened. Come on back. We'll find those freshmen." And, without another look at Andy, they wheeled and hurried across the campus toward Vanderbilt Hall. "Huh! That's queer!" mused Andy, as he continued on his way toward Wright. "I'm glad I saw that wallet when I did." CHAPTER XI "ROUGH HOUSE" "Oh, you, Dunk!" "Stick out your noodle, Chamber!" "Where are you?" These were the cries that greeted Andy as he entered the passage leading to his room in Wright Hall--the room he was to share with Duncan Chamber. Down the hall he saw a group of lads who had evidently come to rouse Andy's prospective chum. Somehow, our hero felt a little hurt that he had to share his friend with others. But it was only momentarily. "Open up there, Dunk! Open up!" Thus came the appeal, and fists banged on the door. It was opened a crack, and the rattle of a chain was heard. "Get on to the beggar!" "He must think we're a bunch of sophs!" "Don't be afraid, Dunky, we're only your sweethearts!" Thus the three callers gibed him. "Oh, it's you fellows, is it?" asked Chamber, flinging wide the door, and letting out a flood of light. "I thought I was in for a hazing, so I was keeping things on the safe side. Come on in. I'm just straightening up." The three tumbled into the room. Andy followed, and at the sound of his footsteps coming to a pause outside the portal Dunk peered out. "Oh, hello, Blair!" he greeted, cordially! "I thought you were never coming! Put her there, old man! How are you?" He caught Andy's hand in a firm pressure with a mighty slap, and hauled him inside. "Fellows, here's my roommate!" went on Dunk. "Andy Blair. I hope you'll like him as well as I do. Blair, these are some luckless freshmen like ourselves. Take 'em in the order of their beauty--Bob Hunter--never hit the bull's eye in his life; Ted Wilson--just Ted, mostly; Thad Warburton--no end of a swell, and money to burn! Shake!"