r the calls of students, one to
the other. Occasionally someone would come up on the raised courtyard of
the dormitory and shout loudly for some chum. But there were no answers.
Nearly all the freshmen were at an annual affair. The hall was all but
deserted.

"Who do you think it will be?" asked Dunk in a whisper, after a long
quiet period.

"Why, Mortimer, of course," answered Andy. "Do you have suspicions of
anybody else?"

"Well, I don't know," was the hesitating answer.

"Everything points to him," went on Andy. "He's in need of money, and
has been for some time, though we didn't know it. As soon as I heard
that news about his father losing all his fortune, and the possibility
that Mortimer might have to leave Yale, I said to myself that he was the
most likely one to have been doing this quadrangle thieving.

"But I really hated to think it, for it seems an awful thing to have a
Yale man guilty of anything like that."

"It sure is," agreed Dunk. "What are we going to do if we catch him?"

"Time enough to think of that after we get him," said Andy, grimly.

"No, there isn't," insisted Dunk. "Look here, old man, this is a serious
matter. It means a whole lot, not only to Mortimer, but to us. We don't
want to make a mistake."

"We won't," said Andy. "We'll get him right, whether it's Mortimer, or
someone else. But I can't see how it could be anybody else. Everything
points to him. It's very plain to me."

"You don't quite get me," went on Dunk, trying to get into a more
comfortable position in their small hiding place. "I'll admit that we
may get the thief, and I'm willing to admit, for the sake of argument,
that it may be Mortimer--in fact, I'm pretty sure, now, that it is he.
But look what it's going to mean to Yale. This thing will have to come
out--it will probably get into the papers, and how will it look to have
a Yale man held up as a thief. It doesn't make any difference to say
that he isn't a representative Yale man--it's the name of the university
that's going to suffer as much as is Mortimer."

"That's so--I didn't think of that," admitted Andy, rather ruefully.
"Shall we call it off?"

"No, it's too late to do that now. But we must consider what we ought to
do once we capture the thief."

"What do you suggest?" asked Andy, after a pause.

"I hardly know. Let's puzzle over it a bit." Again there fell a silence
between them--a silence fraught with much meaning. They could hear
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