"I believe you. Maybe Ikey has been dabbling in some more of Hashmi's stuff." "I wouldn't wonder. Say, it's a queer way for a fellow to get through college, isn't it?" "It sure is. Yet he's a decent sort of chap. Only for that affair of the vases." "Oh, he made restitution in that case." They went on dressing, with hurried glances at the clock now and then to make sure they would not be late. From out in the raised court came a hail: "Oh, you, Dunk!" "Stick out your noddle, Blair!" "Come on down!" "That's Thad and his crowd," announced Andy. "Let 'em holler," advised Dunk. "I'm not going with them." "Oh, you Dunk!" "Go on away!" called Dunk, shouting out of the window. "Oh, for the love of mush!" "Look at him!" "Girls, all right!" "Come on up and rough-house 'em!" These cries greeted the appearance out of the window of the upper part of Dunk's body, attired in a gaudy waistcoat. "Is that door locked, Andy?" gasped Dunk, hurriedly pulling in his head. "Yes." "Slip the bolt then. They'll make no end of a row if they get in!" Andy slipped it, and only in time, for there came a rush of bodies against the portal, and insistent demands from Thad and his crowd to be admitted. Failing in that they besought Andy and Dunk to come out. "Nothing doing! We've got dates!" announced Andy, and this was accepted as final. They were just about to leave, quiet having been restored, when there came a knock. "Who is it?" asked Dunk, suspiciously. "Gaffington," was the unexpected answer. "Are you fellows coming to my blow-out." Dunk looked at Andy and paused. Following the affair in Burke's, where Gaffington had incited Dunk against Andy, the rich youth from Andy's town had had little to say to him. He seemed to take it for granted that his condition that night was enough of an apology without any other, and treated Andy exactly as though nothing had occurred. "Well?" asked Gaffington, impatiently. "Sorry, old man," said Dunk, "but we both have previous engagements." "Oh, indeed!" sneered Mortimer, and they could hear him muttering to himself as he walked away. Then the two chums sallied forth. On the way Dunk reported the loss of his watch, to the discomfiture of the Dean, who seemed much disturbed by the successive robberies. "Something must be done!" he exclaimed, pacing up and down the room. Dunk also left word at the college maintenance office about the door that would not lock, and got the promise that it would be seen to. "And now for the girls!" exclaimed Andy. "Do I know them?" "No, but you soon will." Andy was much pleased with the two young ladies to whom Dunk introduced him later. It appeared that one was a distant relative of Dunk's mother, and the two were visiting friends in New Haven. Dunk's "cousin," as he called her, had sent him a card, asking him to call, and he had made arrangements to bring Andy and spend the evening at the theatre.