Andy felt really sorry for him. Certainly Ikey did not work his way through college on any easy path.
“I’m only too glad to do this for you,” said the purchaser. He could not forget what a service Ikey had rendered to him and Dunk, bringing them together when they were on the verge of taking paths that might never converge.
“Well, I’ll see if I can’t find some other easy mark like you,” laughed Ikey as he went down the hall.
Andy was about to go to the “eating joint” alone when Dunk came in whistling gaily.
“Ah, ha! Methinks thou hast had a pleasant meeting!” Andy “spouted.”
“Right—Oh!” exclaimed his roommate. “It’s all right for to-night, too. I’ve got a peach for you.”
“Light or dark?” asked Andy, critically.
“Dark! Say, but you’re getting mighty particular, though, for a young fellow.”
“The same to you. Where do we meet ’em, and where do we go?”
“I’ve got it all fixed. Hyperion. Come on, let’s get through grub, I want to dress.”