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"If those rusty sophs smash any of this stuff I'll go to the dean about it!" threatened Dunk, well knowing, however, that he would not. "Such bargains! Such bargains!" whispered Ikey, as he let them out of the side door, first glancing up and down the dark alley to make sure that no other college lads were lying in wait to demand their share of the precious stuff.
Andy started as he recognized the voice of Gaffington. "Oh Dunk! Are you there?" was called, gleefully. "Yes, I'm here," was the answer, and it sounded to Andy as though his chum was glad to hear that voice. "Come out and have some fun. Bully show at the Hyperion. No end of sport. Come on!" Mortimer, with Clarence Boyle and Len Scott, came around the corner of the corridor, arm in arm.
"Whose?" asked Dunk, suspiciously. "Kittie Martin's. She's the one you picked out for me; isn't she?" "Yes, and I wish you'd stick to her!" and with this Dunk tumbled into bed and did not talk further. Andy put out the light with a thoughtful air, and did not try to carry on the conversation. It was as near to a quarrel as the roommates had come since the affair of Burke's.
It is said that a thriving young plant, which is unquestionably G. mangostana, is owned by Mr. Banfield, of Dunk Island. The records of the Kamerunga Nursery show that in October, 1891, a quantity about 100 of ripe mangosteen fruit was received from the Batavian agency by the then manager, Mr. Ebenezer Cowley, from which some 600 seeds were obtained. Of these, only a few germinated.
"And we'll do it again!" exulted Ben Snow, as he greeted Andy after the contest. "I don't know about that!" was the answer. Then Andy hurried off to where a certain pretty girl waited for him. No, I'm not going to mention her name. You wouldn't know her, anyhow. "Well," remarked Andy, as he and Dunk were packing up to go home for the summer holidays, "college is a great place." "Especially Yale."
"And if you're willing to go in with me on it and help put Dunk on the run " He glanced over his shoulder, saw that Happy Jack, on horseback, was coming out to haze in the saddle bunch, and turned to stroll back as lazily as he had come. He continued to speak smoothly and swiftly, in a voice that would not carry ten paces.
Oh, such a business!" gasped Ikey, with upraised hands. "They are bargains, I tell you!" "This way, fellows! Don't let anybody see us come in!" Thus cautioned Ikey as he led his "prospective victims," as Dunk referred to himself and the others, through various back streets and alley ways. "Why the caution?" Andy wanted to know, stumbling over an unseen obstruction, and nearly falling.
I don't say," he qualified with a rueful grin, "that Dunk went into the sheep business just to get r-re-venge, as they say in shows. But if he can make money running sheep and he can, all right, because there's more money in them right now than there is in cattle and at the same time get a good whack at the Flying U, he's the lad that will sure make a running jump at the chance."
"They're a pair of quitters!" said Len Scott, in disgust, after one occasion of this kind. "What do you want to bother with 'em for, Mort?" "That's what I say," added Clarence Boyle. "Oh, well, I may have my reasons," returned Mortimer, loftily. "Dunk would be a good sort if he wasn't tied fast to Andy. I can't get along with him, though." "Me either," added Len. "He's too goody-goody."
"Oh, well, I'll set the alarm clock, and we'll get up an hour earlier in the morning and floor it," suggested Andy. "Burning the candle at both ends!" protested Dunk, with a sigh. "Ain't I terrible? But lead me to it!" As they went out of Wright Hall, Andy looked across the campus and saw Gaffington, and some of his boon companions, approaching. "Just in time," he murmured.
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