On reaching his apartment, Dunk not having come in, Andy found a notice from the Freshman Athletic Committee, stating that baseball practice would soon start in the indoor cage. Andy was an enthusiastic player, and had made a good record at Milton. As a freshman he was not eligible for the Yale varsity nine, but he could play on his class team, and he was glad the chance had come to him. Andy was thinking of many things as he sat there in the room, now and then swinging his bat. But he was careful not to let it go too close to the door, in case other visitors might chance in. "A whole lot of things have happened since morning," said Andy to himself. "That sure was a strenuous time over poor Link. I wonder what he'll do? Probably the college will fire him from his job. I guess I'll have to see what I can do to get him another. But that won't be easy when it becomes known that he's out on bail on a theft charge. "Then there's that news about Mortimer. And to think that he's known all along that he might have to leave Yale, yet he's been going on and living as if his father's millions were in a safe deposit box. I wonder----By Jove!" exclaimed Andy, leaping up. "I never thought of that. Why not? If he needs money----" His train of thought was interrupted by a knock on his door, which had swung shut as Bob Hunter went out. "Come in!" invited Andy, and he started as Mortimer Gaffington slid in. Andy gave him a quick glance, but either Mortimer was a good actor, or he did not feel his father's loss of money, providing the news Mrs. Blair had sent her son was correct. "Hello, Andy," greeted Gaffington, as he slumped into an easy chair. "Where's Dunk?" "I don't know. Bob Hunter was just in looking for him. Make yourself at home--he may be in soon." In spite of his dislike of Gaffington, and his fear lest he influence Dunk for evil, Andy could do no less than play the part of host. "Thanks, I will stay for a while," answered Mortimer. "Been looking for thieves again?" he asked, noting the bat in Andy's hand. He referred to the time when Andy and his two friends had sought an intruder down the corridor, and had only found Mortimer delving in a storeroom. "No, not this time," laughed Andy. "But the freshman team is going to get together, so I thought I'd get out my fishing tackle, so to speak." "I see. I guess the varsity indoor practice will start soon. Say, what's this I hear about someone being arrested for the quadrangle thefts?" "It's true enough," replied Andy, looking sharply at his visitor. "Link Bardon was arrested, and Dunk and I got him bailed out." "You did!" cried Mortimer, almost jumping from the chair. "Why, was there anything strange in that?" asked Andy, in surprise. "I should think so!" exclaimed Mortimer, sharply. "Here the whole college has been upset by a lot of robberies, and your own roommate loses a valuable watch. Then, as soon as the thief is arrested, you fellows go on his bail! Strange? Well, I should say so!"