Andy was beginning to feel like a seasoned Yale
man now.
The studies of the second term were of increasing difficulty, and Andy
and Dunk found they had to buckle down to steady work. But they had
counted on this.
Still they found time for fun and jollity and spent many a pleasant
evening in company with their other friends. Once or twice Mortimer and
his cronies tried to get Dunk to spend the night with them, but he
refused; or, if he did go, he took Andy with him, and the two always
came home early, and with clear heads.
"They're a pair of quitters!" said Len Scott, in disgust, after one
occasion of this kind. "What do you want to bother with 'em for, Mort?"
"That's what I say," added Clarence Boyle.
"Oh, well, I may have my reasons," returned Mortimer, loftily. "Dunk
would be a good sort if he wasn't tied fast to Andy. I can't get along
with him, though."
"Me either," added Len. "He's too goody-goody." Which was somewhat
unjust to Andy.
The winter slowly wore on. Now and then there would be another of the
mysterious robberies, and on nearly every occasion the article taken was
of considerable value--jewelry, sporting trophies or expensive books.
There was suspicion of many persons, but not enough to warrant an
arrest.
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