“Look at that!”
“Why, it’s the same stuff!”
“There’s a rose jar like the one I bought for seven dollars marked two seventy-five!”
“Oh, the robber! Why, there’s a handkerchief box, bigger than the one he stuck me with, and it’s only a dollar!”
“Say, let’s rough-house Ikey and that Jap!”
Andy, Dunk, and their three friends were standing in front of a Japanese store, looking in the window, that held many articles associated with the Flowery Kingdom. Price tags were on them, and the lads discovered that they had paid dearly for the ornaments they had so surreptitiously viewed in the semi-darkness, under the guidance of Ikey Stein.
This was several days after they had purchased their bric-a-brac and meanwhile they had seen Ikey and Hashmi going about getting other students into their toils.
“Say, that was a plant, all right!” declared Dunk. “I’m going to make Ikey shell out.”
“And the Jap, too!” added Andy. “We sure were stuck!”
For the articles in the window were identical, in many cases, with those they had bought, but the prices were much less.