And Dunk thrust the ten dollar bill into his pocket.
It was several days after this when Andy, crossing the quadrangle, saw a familiar figure raking up the leaves on the campus.
“What in the world is he doing here—if that’s him?” he asked himself. “And yet it does look like him.”
He came closer. The young fellow raking up the leaves turned, and Andy exclaimed:
“Link Bardon! What in the world are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’ve come to college!” replied the young farm hand, smiling. “How do you do, Mr. Blair?”
“Come to college, eh?” laughed Andy. “What course are you taking?”
“I expect to get the degree B. W.—bachelor of work,” was the rejoinder. “I’m sort of assistant janitor here now.”
“Is that so! How did it happen?”
“Well, you know the last time I saw you I was on my way to see if I could locate an uncle of mine, just outside of New Haven. I didn’t, for he’d moved away. Then I got some odd bits of work to do, and finally, coming to town with a young fellow, who, like myself was out of work, I heard of this place, applied for it and got it. I like it.”