“But if it had come to a trial,” he said to Andy, when he was told that the thief (no name being mentioned) had confessed, “if I had been tried I could have told where that mysterious hundred dollars came from.”
“Where?” asked Andy interestedly.
“From that farmer you saved me from. He got religion lately, and felt remorse for my injured arm. So he sent me the hundred dollars for my doctor’s bill and other expenses.”
“And never said a word about it?” asked Dunk.
“Not a word. But he died the other day, and the truth came out. A fellow I know in the town wrote me about it. So I could have proved that I didn’t get the money by stealing.”
“It wasn’t necessary,” said Andy. “So everything is explained now.”
Andy’s first year at Yale was nearing its close. The season was to wind up with a series of affairs and with several ball games, including one for the freshman team. Of course Dunk and Andy played. I wish I could say that Yale won, but truth compels me to state that Princeton “trimmed” her.
“And we’ll do it again!” exulted Ben Snow, as he greeted Andy after the contest.
“I don’t know about that!” was the answer. Then Andy hurried off to where a certain pretty girl waited for him. No, I’m not going to mention her name. You wouldn’t know her, anyhow.
“Well,” remarked Andy, as he and Dunk were packing up to go home for the summer holidays, “college is a great place.”