"Make it two-fifty and it's yours."
"Couldn't do it. Two or nothing."
"All right," said Durkin placidly. "Take it along. Now let me show you——"
"No, sir!" laughed Steve. "You don't show us another thing, Durkin. Pile the cushions on here, Tom, and take hold."
"Wait till I lock this door and I'll give you a lift," said Durkin.
Between them they got the chair upstairs and outdoors. Then Steve paid three dollars to Durkin and the transaction was completed.
"Thank you," said Durkin. "And, say, if you want anything else, you come and see me. I've got a lot of good stuff down there. And if you want to sell anything any time I'm your man. I'll pay you good prices, fellows. So long."
The two boys felt rather conscious as they carried the chair along the Row, but although they passed a good many fellows on the way, no one viewed their performance with more than mild interest. As they were about to lift their burden through the entrance of Billings, however, the door opened from inside and a tall boy with a 'varsity football cap on the back of his head almost ran into them. Drawing aside to avoid them, his eyes fell on the chair and he stopped short.
"Back again!" he exclaimed delightedly. "Good old article. Where'd you find it, fellows?"
"Bought it from a fellow named Durkin, in Torrence," replied Steve.