“Of course I’ll let you have some!” exclaimed Andy quickly. “How much do you need?”
“Oh, about seven dollars.”
“Better have ten. You can pay me back when you like,” said Andy as he extended the bill.
“I don’t know how to thank you!” exclaimed Link, gratefully.
“Then don’t try,” advised Andy, with a smile.
CHAPTER XXV
THE MISSING WATCH
Andy was “boning” on his German, with which he had had considerable difficulty. The dusk was settling down that early December day, and he was thinking of lighting a lamp to continue work on his books, when he heard a familiar step, and a whistle down the corridor. Then a voice broke into a college refrain.