lair?"

"Come to college, eh?" laughed Andy. "What course are you taking?"

"I expect to get the degree B. W.--bachelor of work," was the rejoinder.
"I'm sort of assistant janitor here now."

"Is that so! How did it happen?"

"Well, you know the last time I saw you I was on my way to see if I
could locate an uncle of mine, just outside of New Haven. I didn't, for
he'd moved away. Then I got some odd bits of work to do, and finally,
coming to town with a young fellow, who, like myself was out of work, I
heard of this place, applied for it and got it. I like it."

"Well, I'm glad you are here," said Andy. "If I can help you in any way
let me know."

"I will, Mr. Blair. You did help a lot before," and he went on raking
leaves, while Andy, musing on the strange turns of luck and chance,
hurried on to his lecture.

CHAPTER XX

QUEER DISAPPEARANCES

"Come in!" cried Andy as a knock sounded.

"I'm not going out, I don't care who it is!" exclaimed Dunk, fidgeting
in his chair. "I've just _got_ to get this confounded Greek."

"Same here," said Andy.

The door was pushed open and a shock of dark, curly hair was thrust in.

"Like to look at some swell neckties!" a voice asked.

"Oh, come in, you blooming old haberdasher!" cried Andy with a laugh,
and Ikey Stein, with a bundle under his arm, slid in.

"Fine business!" he exclaimed. "Give me a chance to make a little money,
gentlemen; I need it!"

"No more of that Japanese 'vawse' business!" warned Dunk. "I won't stand
for it."

"No, these are genuine bargains," declared the student who was working
his way through college. "I'll show you. I got 'em from a friend of
mine, who's selling out. I can make a little something on them, and
you'll get swell scarfs at less than you'd pay for them in a store."

"Let's see," suggested Andy, rather glad of the diversion and of the
chance to stop studying, for he had been "boning" hard. "But I don't
want any satsuma pattern, nor yet a cloisonne," he added.

"Say, forget that," begged Ikey. "That Jap took me in, as well as he did
you fellows."

"Well, if anybody can take _you_ in, Ikey, he's a good one!" laughed
Dunk.

"Oh, don't mind me!" exclaimed the merchant-student. "You can't hurt my
feelings. I'm used to it. And I'm not ashamed of my nature, either. My
ancestors were all merchants, and they had to drive hard bargains to
live. I don't exactly do that, you understand, but I guess it's in my
blood. I'm not a