“They’ll look swell in the room, eh, Andy? he asked.
“They sure will. I only hope there’s no more rough house or you’ll be out several dollars.”
“If those rusty sophs smash any of this stuff I’ll go to the dean about it!” threatened Dunk, well knowing, however, that he would not.
“Such bargains! Such bargains!” whispered Ikey, as he let them out of the side door, first glancing up and down the dark alley to make sure that no other college lads were lying in wait to demand their share of the precious stuff. The coast was clear and Andy and his chums slipped out, carrying their purchases.
“Are you coming?” Dunk asked of Ikey.
“No, I’ll stay and help Hashmi pack up the things. If you want any more let me know.”
“Huh! You mean you’ll stay and count up how much you’ve stuck us!” said Dunk. “Oh, well, it looks like nice stuff. But I’ve got enough for the present. I’ve overdrawn my allowance as it is.”
“Well, we’ll leave this junk in your room, Andy, and then go out and have some fun,” suggested Thad.
They piled their purchases on the beds in Andy’s and Dunk’s room in Wright Hall and then proceeded on to Burke’s place, an eating and drinking resort for many students.
There was a crowd there when Andy and his chums entered and they were noisily greeted.