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.

Mortimer had dropped out of the varsity team. There was good reason, for
he would not train, and, though he could play brilliantly at times, he
could not be depended on.

"I don't care!" he boasted to his sporting crowd. "I can have some fun,
now."

Several times he and his crowd had come around to ask Dunk to go out
with them, but Dunk had refused, much to Mortimer's chagrin.

"Oh, come on, be a good fellow!" he had urged.

"No, I've got to do some boning."

"Oh, forget it!"

But Dunk would not, for which Andy was glad.

Then came a period when Dunk went to pieces in his recitations. He was
warned by his professors and tried to make up for it by hard study. He
was not naturally brilliant and certain lessons came hard to him.

He grew discouraged and talked of withdrawing. Andy did all he could for
him, even to the neglect of his own standing, but it seemed to do no
good.

"What's the use of it all, anyhow?" demanded Dunk. "I'll spend four
mortal years here, and come out with a noddle full of musty old Latin
and Greek, go to work in dad's New York office and forget it all in six
months. I might as well start forgetting it now."

"You've got the wrong idea," said Andy.

"Well, maybe I have. Hanged if I see how you do it!"

"I don't do so well."

"But you don't get floored as I do! I'm going to chuck it!" and he threw
his Horace across the room, shattering the Japanese vase he had bought.

"Look out!" cried Andy.

"Too late! I don't give a hang!"

Someone came along the hall.

"What are you fellows up to?" ask