"Next year, maybe. But I like to
see you fellows rub your noses in the dirt. Go to it, Andy!"
Link Bardon seemed to find his employment at Yale congenial. Andy met
him several times and had some little talk with him. The young farmer
said he hoped to get permanent employment at the college, his present
position being only for a limited time.
Andy had received letters from some of his former chums at Milton. Among
them were missives from Ben Snow and Chet Anderson. Chet wrote from
Harvard, where he had gone, that he would see Andy at the Yale-Harvard
game, while from Ben, who had gone to Princeton, came a similar message,
making an appointment for a good old-fashioned talk at the annual clash
of the Bulldog and Tiger.
"I'll be glad to see them again," said Andy.
It was about two weeks after the arrival of Link Bardon at Yale that
some little disturbance was occasioned throughout the college, when an
announcement was made at chapel one morning. It was from the Dean, and
stated that a number of articles had been reported as missing from the
rooms of various students.
"You are requested to keep your doors locked when you are out of your
rooms," the announcement concluded.
There was a buzz of excitement as the students filed out.
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