"Take it or leave it—don't care," said Blinky, who sat down and hugged the bottle to him like a baby.
They paid the extortion and slunk back.
"We'll have to cook up a story," said Dink.
"Still, it's beer."
"It certainly is!"
"It's expulsion if we're caught."
"And a penal offense, don't forget that!"
Somewhat consoled by this delightful thought they cautiously tapped on Fatty Harris' window and, removing their boots, tiptoed upstairs like anarchists with a price on their heads.
In Stover's room three more desperate characters were waiting about the chafing dish, Fatty Harris, Slush Randolph and Pee-wee Norris, all determined on a life of crime—but all slightly nervous.