In a moment he was inside the room. What he did there Andy
and Dunk could not see, but he remained but a few minutes, and came out,
softly closing the door after him.
"I wonder what he got?" whispered Dunk.
"We'll soon know," was Andy's answer.
Mortimer went softly down the corridor. He did not try every door, but
only went in certain rooms, and these, the two watchers noticed, were
those where well-to-do students lived.
Mortimer made four or five visits, and then moved towards the apartment
of Andy and Dunk.
"It's our turn now," whispered the latter.
Silently they turned a corner, just in time to see Mortimer enter their
room.
"Now we've got him!" exulted Andy.
"Not yet; we've got to nab him," whispered Dunk. "Oh, Andy, this is
fierce! To think that we're spying on a Yale man! To think that a Yale
man should turn out to be a common thief! It makes me sick!"
"Same here," sighed Andy. "But the only way to stop suspicion from
falling on others is to get Mortimer with the goods. We've got to save
Link, too."
"That's right," assented Dunk. "He isn't a Yale man, but he's a heap
better than the kind in there." He nodded his head in the direction of
their room, where Mortimer now was.
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