“That was all right; but why did you stick up the price?” asked Andy.
“A fellow has to make money,” returned Ikey, innocently enough, and Dunk laughed.
“All right,” said Andy’s roommate. “Don’t do it again, that’s all. Who is Hashmi’s brother?”
“One of ’em keeps that Jap store where you were looking in the window,” said Ikey, edging out of the room, “and the other is in Japan. He sent the stuff over to be sold in the regular way, but that sly Hashmi fooled me. Never again!”
“And you passed it on to us,” said Andy with a laugh.
“Well, it’s all in the game.”
“Still, we’ve got the stuff,” said Ted.
They had, but had they known it all they would have learned that, even at the lowered price they were paying dearly enough for the ornaments, and at that Hashmi and Ikey divided a goodly sum between them.
The college days passed on. Andy and Dunk were settling down to the grind of study, making it as easy as they could for themselves, as did the other students.
Andy kept on with his football practice, and made progress. He was named as second substitute on the freshman team and did actually play through the fourth quarter in an important game, after it had been taken safely into the Yale camp. But he was proud even to do that, and made a field goal that merited him considerable applause.