“Oh, piffle. But I suppose if I made a row it would look bad for Ikey and your friend Link.”
“It sure would. I think maybe you’d better not make a row.”
“You mean sit down and let ’em walk off with my watch without saying a word?”
“Oh, no. Report the loss, of course. But don’t mention any names.”
“Well, I wouldn’t like to mention Ikey—for the honor of Yale, and all that, you know.”
“I agree with you. And, for certain reasons, I wouldn’t like you to mention Link. I don’t know about him, but I believe he’s as honest as can be. Of course he was in need of money, and if your watch lay in plain sight there’d be a big temptation. But I’d hate to think it.”
“So would I, after what you’ve told me about him. I won’t think it, until, at least, we get more information. It was my fault for leaving it around that way. It’s too bad! Dad will sure be sorry to hear it’s gone. I’m going to keep mum about it—maybe it will turn up.”
“I hope so,” returned Andy. “I hardly believe Link would take it, yet you never can tell.”
“Anyhow, we’ll get a new lock put on, and I’ll report my watch,” said Dunk. “Then we’ll forget all about it and have some fun. Come on, I’m hungry. It isn’t so much the money value of the thing, as the associations. Hang it all—what a queer world this is. Oh, but you should see the girls, Andy!”
“I’m counting on it!”