But Mortimer had managed to make a number of new friends in the "fast" set and these were not careful to remind him of the loans he solicited. Then, also, these youths had plenty of money. On them Mortimer preyed. He gave a number of suppers which were the talk of the college, but he was wise enough to keep them within certain bounds so that he was not called to account. But he was walking over thin ice, and none knew it better than himself. But there was a fatal fascination in it. Several times he came to Dunk to invite him to attend some of the midnight affairs, but Dunk declined, and Andy was very glad. Dunk said Mortimer had several times asked for loans, but had met with refusals. "I'm not going to give him any more," said Dunk. "He's had enough of my cash now." "Hasn't he paid any back?" asked Andy. "Some, yes, and the next time he wants more than at first. I'm done." "I should think so," remarked Andy. "He's played you long enough." "Oh, Mortimer isn't such a bad sort when you get to know him," went on Dunk, easily. "I rather like him, but I can see that it isn't doing anyone any good to be in his crowd. That's why I cut it out. I came here to make something of myself--I owe it to dad, who's putting up the cash, and I'm not going to disappoint him. Then, too, you old scout, I suppose you wouldn't let me go sporting around the way I used to." "Not much!" laughed Andy, but there was an undernote of seriousness in his words. There was nothing new in Link's case. It was still hanging fire in the courts. And there were no more robberies. It was somewhat of a puzzle to Andy that they should cease with the arrest of Link, whom he could not believe guilty. Dunk's watch had not been recovered, nor had any more of the valuable books, one of which was found by the detective in Link's room, been discovered. How it got in the closet of the young farmer, unless he put it there, the lawyer whom Andy and Dunk had hired said he could not understand. "I've had my man interview the boarding mistress at the house in Crown street," the lawyer told the boys, "and she says no one went to Link's room, but himself, the day the book was found. But I haven't given up yet." It was the night before the Yale-Princeton freshman baseball game, which was to take place at Yale Field. Andy and Dunk were in their room, talking over the possibilities, and perfecting their code of signals. "It looks as though it would be good weather," observed Andy, getting up and going to the window. "Nice and clear outside." "If it only keeps so," returned Dunk. "Hope we have a good crowd." Someone knocked on the door. "Come!" called Andy and Dunk together. The two chums looked at each other curiously. Ikey Stein entered, his face all smiles. "Such bargains!" he began. "Socks or neckties?" asked Andy, looking for a book to throw at the intruder.