“Come, what’s your advice?” demanded Dunk. “Did I pay too much?”
“I—er—perhaps you did,” admitted Ikey, slowly.
“Then fork over the balance.”
“And what about my cracker jar—for the ashes of dead ancestors?” asked Andy. “Was I stuck, too?”
“Oh, no, not at all. Why, that is a very rare piece.”
“What about that one in the window?” demanded Andy. “That’s only rare to the tune of several dollars less than I paid.”
“Oh, but you are mistaken!” Ikey assured him. “It takes an expert to tell the difference. You can ask Hashmi——”
“Hashmi be hanged!” cried Dunk, giving the captured one a shake. A little crowd had gathered in the street to see the fun.
“I—I’ll give you whatever you think is right,” promised Ikey. “Only let me go. I shall be late.”