“All right, bring him back here when you come,” urged Andy.
“Yes, and I suppose you’ll stand ready to greet us with a club—you cheerful reception committee!” laughed Bob. “Well, I’ll see you later.”
Andy sat down, placing his bat across his knees.
“So Gaffington is going to give another spread, eh?” he mused. “That’s queer—on top of the news mother sends in her letter. What did I do with it?”
He found it after looking through a mass of papers in his pockets, and read it again. Following its receipt at the college branch postoffice Andy had imparted the news to Dunk. Then the latter, meeting a friend, had walked off with him, while Andy came on to his room.
On reaching his apartment, Dunk not having come in, Andy found a notice from the Freshman Athletic Committee, stating that baseball practice would soon start in the indoor cage.
Andy was an enthusiastic player, and had made a good record at Milton. As a freshman he was not eligible for the Yale varsity nine, but he could play on his class team, and he was glad the chance had come to him.
Andy was thinking of many things as he sat there in the room, now and then swinging his bat. But he was careful not to let it go too close to the door, in case other visitors might chance in.
“A whole lot of things have happened since morning,” said Andy to himself. “That sure was a strenuous time over poor Link. I wonder what he’ll do? Probably the college will fire him from his job. I guess I’ll have to see what I can do to get him another. But that won’t be easy when it becomes known that he’s out on bail on a theft charge.
“Then there’s that news about Mortimer. And to think that he’s known all along that he might have to leave Yale, yet he’s been going on and living as if his father’s millions were in a safe deposit box. I wonder——By Jove!” exclaimed Andy, leaping up. “I never thought of that. Why not? If he needs money——”