“Very likely,” admitted Mortimer, coolly. “I’ll take it to him. I’m glad I found it. Going my way?”
“Yes,” and Andy walked beside the lad from his home town, thinking of many things. Mortimer went into Wright Hall, but Pulter was not in.
“I’ll leave the book for him,” Mortimer said to Andy, “and you can call his attention to it. If it isn’t his let me know, and I’ll post a notice saying that I’ve found it.”
“All right,” agreed our hero. “But I know it’s Pulter’s.”
He was telling Dunk about the incident, when his roommate came in a little later, and they were discussing the queer coincidence, when Pulter came bursting in.
“Oh, I say!” he cried. “I’ve got my book back! What do you know about that? It was on my table, and——”
He stopped and looked queerly at Andy and Dunk, who were smiling.
“What’s the joke?” demanded Pulter. “Did you fellows——”
“Gaffington found it,” said Andy. “Sit down and I’ll explain,” which he did.
“Well, that is a queer go!” exclaimed Pulter. “How in the world did my book get out to Yale Field? It isn’t so queer that Gaffington would find it, for I understand he goes out there a lot, on walks. But how did my book get there?”