They had finished supper and were strolling along the walk toward the west gate. Windows were open in the dormitories and from the nearer ones came the sound of voices and laughter. Occasionally someone hailed Stanley and they stopped for a moment while the latter held conversation. There were groups of fellows on the turf along The Front, for the evening was warm and still. A bluish haze softened the twilight distances and somewhere toward the centre of the town a church bell was ringing. It was all very peaceful and homey, and Dick felt no regrets for Leonardville. At the gate which led onto the junction of Linden and Apple Streets they paused a moment. A belated arrival climbed tiredly out of a decrepit taxi in front of Williams and staggered up the steps bearing suit-case and golf-bag. Along the streets and less frequently across the campus the lights gathered brightness in the deepening twilight, although westward the sky was still faintly aglow. “Where does Blashington room?” asked Dick as they turned their steps back the way they had come. “Goss,” answered Stanley. “He rooms with Sid Crocker, this year’s baseball captain.” “Goss?” Recollection came to Dick. “I wonder if you know a fellow named Quiggle--no, that’s not his name. I don’t know what his name is, but he rooms in Goss. He’s a tall, lanky chap with a long nose.” “Where’d you meet him?” asked Stanley, interestedly. Dick recounted the incident and, since he didn’t happen to look at Stanley’s countenance while doing so, was not aware of the smile that trembled about the hearer’s lips. “He’s going to pay me the rest of that money when I find him,” ended Dick resolutely. “I thought maybe you’d know who he is.” “Well, the description isn’t very--er--whatyoucallit, Dick,” replied the other gravely. “I dare say the fellow was just having a joke with you.” “I dare say, but he was too fresh. I felt like an awful fool when the taxi driver called me down for offering him half a dollar instead of seventy-five cents. Well, I suppose I’ll run across him pretty soon.” “Oh, you will,” Stanley assured him almost eagerly “You’re absolutely certain to, Dick!” “What’s the joke?” “Joke?” “Yes, what are you snickering about?” “Oh, that? I--I thought I wanted to sneeze. It’s sort of dusty this evening.” “I hadn’t noticed it,” said Dick suspiciously. But Stanley’s countenance was quite devoid of amusement, and he accepted the explanation. In front of Goss, Stanley backed off onto the grass and looked up to one of the third floor windows. “There’s a light in his room,” he announced. “Somebody’s in, anyhow. Let’s go up.”