“I should think so!” exclaimed Mortimer, sharply. “Here the whole college has been upset by a lot of robberies, and your own roommate loses a valuable watch. Then, as soon as the thief is arrested, you fellows go on his bail! Strange? Well, I should say so!”
“I didn’t say we went on his bond,” spoke Andy, quietly. “Dunk and I only got him a lawyer who arranged for it. But I don’t believe Link is guilty.”
“Well, that’s a matter of opinion,” said Mortimer, and there was anger in his voice. “Of course, though, if he’s your friend you do right to stick up for him.”
“Yes,” agreed Andy, “he is my friend. And it’s at a time like this that he needs friends.”
“Oh, well,” said Mortimer, with a shrug of his shoulders, “let’s forget it. I wonder what’s keeping Dunk?”
“Anything I can do?” asked Andy, wishing Mortimer would leave before Dunk came in. He did not want his chum taken to Burke’s for a “won’t be home until morning” affair if he could help it.
“No, I want to see Dunk on a personal matter,” said the caller. “Guess I won’t wait any longer, though,” and he arose to go out. Just as he reached the door Dunk came in whistling.
“Anything on?” Andy heard Mortimer ask quickly.
“No. Why?”
“Can I see you a moment outside?”