electric lights of the campus filtering through the trees. He paused a
moment.

A confusion of sounds came to him. Outside the quadrangle in which he
stood he could hear the hum of the busy city--the clang of trolleys,
the clatter of horses, the hoarse croak of auto horns. Within the
precincts of the college buildings he could hear the hum of voices. Now
and then came the tinkle of a piano or the vibration of a violin. Then
there were shouts.

"Oh, you, Pop! Stick out your head!"

The call of one student to another.

"I wonder if they'll ever call me?" mused Andy.

He started across the campus. Coming toward him were several dark
figures. Andy met them under a light, and started back. Before he had a
chance to speak someone shouted at him:

"There he is now! The freshest of the fresh! Take off that hat!"

It was Mortimer Gaffington.

CHAPTER X

MISSING MONEY

For a moment Andy stood there, not knowing what to do or say. It was so
unexpected, and yet he knew he must meet Mortimer at Yale--meet and
perhaps clash with the lad who was now a sophomore--the lad who had such
good cause now to dislike Andy.

On his part the young "swell" leered into Andy's face, then glanced
sidelong at the youths who accompanied him. Andy recognized them as the
same who had been in the auto that night of the bonfire at Milton.

"That's he!" exclaimed Mortimer; then to Andy: "I didn't think I'd meet
you quite so soon, Blair! So you're here, eh?"

"Yes," answered Andy.

"Put a 'sir' on that!" commanded one of the other lads.

"Yes--sir!"

Andy took his own time with the last word. He knew the rites and customs
of Yale, at least by hearsay, and was willing to abide by the unwritten
laws that make a first-year man demean himself to the upperclassmen. It
would not last long.

"That's better," commented the third lad. "Never forget your
manners--er--what's your name?"

"Blair."

"Sir!" snapped the one who had first reminded Andy of the lapse.

"Sir!"

"You know him," put in Mortimer. "The fellow who put us out of the auto,
eh?"

"Oh, sure, I remember now. Nervy little rat! It's a wonder I remember
anything that happened that night. We were pretty well pickled. Oh,
land, yes!"

He seemed proud of it.

"Take off that hat!" commanded Mortimer. "Don't forget you're a freshman
here."

"And a fresh freshman, too," added one of his chums. "Take it off!"

Andy was perfectly willing to abide by this unwritten law