“Sure. I’ll be back in a minute, Andy,” said Dunk. “I met Bill Hagan just as I left the postoffice and he wanted me to look at a bull pup he wants to sell.”
Dunk and Mortimer walked down the hall. Andy was a little anxious as to what might develop, but he need have had no fears. Dunk returned presently, looking rather grave.
“Did he want you to go to his blow-out?” asked Andy, with the privilege of a roommate.
“Yes, but I’m not going. He wanted some money. Said he was dead broke.”
“And yet he’s going to blow in a lot. Did you give it to him?”
“What else could I do? When a fellow’s down and out that’s just the time he needs help.”
“That’s right,” agreed Andy, thinking of Link. “But did Mortimer say anything about his father’s losses?”
“Not a thing. Just said he was temporarily broke, and asked for a loan. I couldn’t refuse.”
“No, I suppose not. But you must be strapped after putting up for Link. I know I am. I’m going to telegraph home.”
“You needn’t. I got a check in the mail to-night and I cashed it. I can lend you some if you want it.”