“No, not exactly. It came to me in a curious way. I got it through the mail, and there wasn’t a word of explanation with it. Just the bill folded in a letter. A hundred-dollar bill, it was, but I had it changed.”
“Do you mean someone sent you a hundred dollars, and you don’t know who it’s from?” asked Andy, in surprise.
“That’s right!” exclaimed Link, with a laugh. “I wish I did know, for I’d write and thank whoever it was. It surely came in handy.”
“Why, it’s very strange,” spoke Andy, slowly. “Could you tell by the postmark where the letter came from?”
“It was from New York, but I haven’t a friend there that I know of.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve got it. Take care of it, Link.”
“I intend to. I can lend you some now, if you need it, Mr. Blair.”
“Thank you, I have enough at present.”
Andy watched his protege walk across the campus, and near the middle observed him stopped by a stranger. Link appeared surprised, and started back. There was a quick movement, and the young farmer was seized by the other.
“That’s queer!” exclaimed Andy. “I wonder what’s up? Link may be in trouble. Maybe that fellow’s trying to rob him.”