y names."

"Well, I wouldn't like to mention Ikey--for the honor of Yale, and all
that, you know."

"I agree with you. And, for certain reasons, I wouldn't like you to
mention Link. I don't know about him, but I believe he's as honest as
can be. Of course he was in need of money, and if your watch lay in
plain sight there'd be a big temptation. But I'd hate to think it."

"So would I, after what you've told me about him. I won't think it,
until, at least, we get more information. It was my fault for leaving
it around that way. It's too bad! Dad will sure be sorry to hear it's
gone. I'm going to keep mum about it--maybe it will turn up."

"I hope so," returned Andy. "I hardly believe Link would take it, yet
you never can tell."

"Anyhow, we'll get a new lock put on, and I'll report my watch," said
Dunk. "Then we'll forget all about it and have some fun. Come on, I'm
hungry. It isn't so much the money value of the thing, as the
associations. Hang it all--what a queer world this is. Oh, but you
should see the girls, Andy!"

"I'm counting on it!"

When they came back, after a hasty session at the "eating joint," there
was a note for each of them tucked under the door, which they had
managed to lock pending the attaching of the new mechanism.

"From Gaffington," announced Dunk, ripping his open. "He's giving a
blow-out to-night. Wants me to come."

"Same here," announced Andy, reading his, and then glancing anxiously at
his roommate.

"I'm not going," said Dunk, wadding up the missive and tossing it into
the waste-paper basket.

"Neither am I," said Andy, doing the same.

They began to "doll up," which, being interpreted, means to attire
oneself in one's best raiment, including the newest tie, the stiffest
collar and the most uncomfortable shirt, to say nothing of patent
leather shoes a size too small.

"Whew!" panted Andy, as he adjusted his scarf for the fourth or fifth
time, "these bargains of Ikey's aren't what they're cracked up to be."

"I should say not. I don't believe they're real silk."

"Maybe not. They say the Japs can make something that looks like it, but
which isn't any more silk than a shoestring."

"I believe you. Maybe Ikey has been dabbling in some more of Hashmi's
stuff."

"I wouldn't wonder. Say, it's a queer way for a fellow to get through
college, isn't it?"

"It sure is. Yet he's a decent sort of chap. Only for that affair of the
vases."

"Oh, he made restitution in that case