“What do you say?” asked Dunk, weakly. “Shall we take a look, Andy?”
“I don’t mind.”
“You will never regret it!” vowed Ikey. “It is wonderful. Such bargains! It is a shame. I wonder Hashmi can do it.”
“They are too many for me to keep,” murmured the Jap.
“And so he will sell some,” interrupted Ikey, eagerly.
“And pay you a commission for working them off, I suppose,” spoke Thad.
Ikey looked hurt.
“Believe me,” he said, earnestly, “believe me, what little I get out of it is a shame, already. It is nothing. But I could not see the bargains missed. Come, we will have a look at them. You will never regret it!”
“You ought to be in business—not college,” laughed Dunk, as he slipped into a mackinaw. “Come on, Andy, let’s go and get stuck good and proper.”
“Stuck! Oh, such a business!” gasped Ikey, with upraised hands. “They are bargains, I tell you!”