“Hire a good lawyer. We’ve got money enough, with what Link has, to pay a good retaining fee. Let the lawyer worry about the bail. Those fellows always have ways of getting it.”
“I believe you’re right,” agreed Andy. “We can put up fifty dollars for a retainer to the lawyer.”
“I’ll telegraph for more from home to-night,” said Dunk. “Andy, we’ll see this thing through.”
“It’s mighty good of you, Dunk.”
“Nonsense! Why shouldn’t I help out your friend?”
“Do you think he’s guilty?”
“I wouldn’t want to say. Certainly I hope he isn’t; but I’d like to get my watch back.”
“Well, let’s go get a lawyer,” suggested Andy.
A sporty senior, whom Dunk knew, and who had more than once been in little troubles that required the services of a legal man, gave them the address of a good one. They were fortunate in finding him in his office, though it was rather late, and he agreed to take the case, and said he thought bail could be had.
Andy and Dunk made a hasty supper and then, letting their studies go, hurried to the police court, where, occasionally, night sessions were held.