The trio had come to a stop some little distance from Andy, and had stood with arms linked. Now they were ready to proceed. On the various walks, that traversed the big campus in the quadrangle of Yale, other students were hurrying to and fro, some going to their rooms, others coming from them. Some were going towards their eating clubs or to the University dining hall. And Andy was feeling hungry.
“Well, come on,” urged Mortimer to his companions. “I guess we’ve started this freshman on the right road. Just see that you follow it, Blair. I’ll be watching you.”
“And I’ll be watching you!” thought Andy. And at that moment he was gazing intently at Gaffington. As he looked, Andy saw something fall from below the flap of the coat of one of the trio, and land softly on the pavement. It fell limp, making no noise.
One of Mortimer’s companions, who, Andy afterward learned, was Leonard, or “Len,” Scott, reached his hand into his pocket, and brought it out with a strange look on his face.
“Hello!” he exclaimed, blankly, “my wallet’s gone!”
“Gone!” exclaimed the other, Clarence Boyle by name. “Are you sure you had it?”
“I sure did!” said Len, feeling in various pockets. “Just cashed a check, too!”
“Come on back to your room and have a look for it,” suggested Mortimer pulling his chum half-way around. “If it’s gone I can lend you some. I’m flush to-night.”
“But I’m sure I had it,” went on Len. “I remember feeling it just as we came out of Lawrance. I had about fifty dollars in it!”
“Whew!” whistled Mortimer. “Some little millionaire, you are, Len. Never mind, I can let you have twenty-five if you need it.” Andy knew that Mortimer’s father was reputed to be several times a millionaire.