His train of thought was interrupted by a knock on his door, which had swung shut as Bob Hunter went out.
“Come in!” invited Andy, and he started as Mortimer Gaffington slid in. Andy gave him a quick glance, but either Mortimer was a good actor, or he did not feel his father’s loss of money, providing the news Mrs. Blair had sent her son was correct.
“Hello, Andy,” greeted Gaffington, as he slumped into an easy chair. “Where’s Dunk?”
“I don’t know. Bob Hunter was just in looking for him. Make yourself at home—he may be in soon.” In spite of his dislike of Gaffington, and his fear lest he influence Dunk for evil, Andy could do no less than play the part of host.
“Thanks, I will stay for a while,” answered Mortimer. “Been looking for thieves again?” he asked, noting the bat in Andy’s hand. He referred to the time when Andy and his two friends had sought an intruder down the corridor, and had only found Mortimer delving in a storeroom.
“No, not this time,” laughed Andy. “But the freshman team is going to get together, so I thought I’d get out my fishing tackle, so to speak.”
“I see. I guess the varsity indoor practice will start soon. Say, what’s this I hear about someone being arrested for the quadrangle thefts?”
“It’s true enough,” replied Andy, looking sharply at his visitor. “Link Bardon was arrested, and Dunk and I got him bailed out.”
“You did!” cried Mortimer, almost jumping from the chair.
“Why, was there anything strange in that?” asked Andy, in surprise.