“That’s so. Glad you told me. I’ll do all I can. But say, he and I have had a strenuous time to-day.”
“What’s up?” asked Bob. “I’ve been so blamed busy getting primed for a quiz that I haven’t had time to eat.”
“It’s about the robberies—the quadrangle thefts,” explained Andy. “They arrested Link Bardon.”
“What! Your farmer friend?”
“Yes. Dunk and I bailed him out.”
“Good for you! Now I suppose the thefts will stop.”
“Not necessarily,” returned Andy, quickly. “Link wasn’t the thief.”
“He wasn’t? Then why did they pinch him? Of course I don’t know anything about it, and if he’s your friend, why, of course, you have a right to stick up for him.”
“Oh, it isn’t that so much,” explained Andy. “I don’t know him very well; but I’m sure he isn’t guilty of the thefts. There are some queer circumstances about them, but I’m sure they can all be explained.”
“Well, it’s your funeral—not mine,” said Bob, with a shrug of his shoulders. “I wonder where Dunk is. I think I’ll go hunt him up.”