A sporty senior, whom Dunk knew, and who had more than once been in little troubles that required the services of a legal man, gave them the address of a good one. They were fortunate in finding him in his office, though it was rather late, and he agreed to take the case, and said he thought bail could be had. Andy and Dunk made a hasty supper and then, letting their studies go, hurried to the police court, where, occasionally, night sessions were held. Link was brought out before the judge, having first had a conference with the lawyer Dunk and Andy had engaged. The charge was formally made. "We plead not guilty," answered the lawyer, "and I ask that my client be admitted to bail." "Hum!" mused the judge. "The specific charge only mentions one book, of the value of two hundred dollars, but I understand there are other charges to follow. I will fix bail at one thousand dollars, the prisoner to stand committed until a bond is signed." Andy and Dunk gasped at the mention of a thousand dollars, but the lawyer only smiled quietly. "I have a bondsman here, your Honor," he said. A man, looking like an Italian, came forward, but he proved to have the necessary property, and signed the bond. Then Link was allowed to go, being held, however, to answer to a higher court for the charge against him. "Now if you'll come to my office," suggested the lawyer, "we'll plan out this case." "Oh, I can't thank you two enough!" gasped Link, when he was free of the police station. "It was awful back there in the cell." "Forget it," advised Dunk, with a laugh. "You'll never go back there again." The consultation with the lawyer took some time, and when it was over Link started for his room. He was cheered by the prospect that the case against him was very slight. "Unless they get other evidence," specified the lawyer. "They can't!" cried Link, proudly. Andy and Dunk went back to their room, to do some necessary studying. On their way they stopped in the Yale branch postoffice. There was a letter from home for Andy, and when he had read it he uttered such an exclamation that Dunk asked: "Any bad news?" "Yes, but not for me," replied Andy. "This is from my mother. She writes that Mr. Gaffington--that's Mortimer's father--has failed in business and lost all his money. This occurred some time ago, but the family has been keeping it quiet. The Gaffingtons aren't rich at all, and Mortimer will probably have to leave Yale." "Too bad," said Dunk, and then he started off, leaving Andy to read the letter again. CHAPTER XXXI ON THE DIAMOND Andy Blair stood in the middle of his room, carefully examining a bat he had taken from a closet containing, among other possessions, his sporting things. The bat was a favorite he had used while at Milton, and he was considering having it sand-papered and oiled. Or, rather, he was considering doing the work himself, for he would not trust his choicest stick to the hands of another.