"I could sell them on the campus for twenty, easy."
"But you love your friends," said Stover, moving a little, so as to shut off the retreat.
"Who will give me seven-fifty for it?" said McNab, with the air of one filling a beggar with ecstasy.
"Seven-fifty. You'll let it go at seven-fifty, Dopey?" said McCarthy faintly, paralyzed at such duplicity.
"I will."
"Dopey," said Dink, with a signal to the others, "what is the exact figure of that wash bill of yours?"
"Two dollars and sixty-two cents."
"Will you take two dollars and sixty-two cents for it?"
"You're fooling."
"I am very, very serious."