“Where’s something for me?” asked Frank.
“Here, take the shovel,” spoke Dunk passing it over. “Say, what sort of a fellow was it you saw run out of your room?”
“I didn’t have much chance to notice, he went so like a flash.”
“Was it—er—one of our fellows—I mean a college man—did he look like that?” asked Andy. He was conscious of the fact that he had rather stammered over this. Truth to tell, he feared lest Link might have yielded to temptation. Since the episode of Dunk’s watch Andy had been doing some hard thinking.
“Well, the fellow did look like a college chap,” admitted Frank, “but of course it couldn’t be. No Yale man would be guilty of a thing like that.”
“Of course not!” agreed Dunk. “But say, if we’re going to make a capture we’d better get busy. Are you sure there’s no way out from this corridor, Andy?”
“Sure not. It ends blank. The fellow is surely trapped.”
They hurried out into the corridor, and started down it, armed with the fire irons. Though they had talked rather loudly, and were under considerable excitement, no attention had been attracted to them. Most of the rooms on that floor were not occupied just then, and if there were students in the others they did not come out to see what was taking place.
“Say, it would be great if we could capture the thief!” said Dunk.
“Yes, and end the quadrangle mystery,” added Andy.