"Current off again--or else it's burned out," he murmured. A look in the hall outside showed him other lamps gleaming and he knew that his own light must be at fault. "Guess I'll go get another bulb," he remarked. When he returned with the new one he was aware that some one was in the darkened room. "That you, Dunk?" he asked. "No," answered a voice he recognized as that of Ikey Stein. "I saw you going down the hall and guessed what you were after, so I took the liberty of coming in and waiting. I've got some real bargains." "Nothing doing, Ikey," laughed Andy, as he screwed the lamp in the socket and lighted up the room. "Got all the ties I need for my whole course in Yale." "It isn't ties," said Ikey, and his voice was so serious that Andy wondered at it. "It's handkerchiefs," went on the student-salesman. "Andy, I'm in bad. I bought a big stock of these things, and I've got to sell 'em to get my money out of 'em. I thought I would have plenty of time, but I owe a bill that's due now, and the man wants his money. So I've got to sell these handkerchiefs quicker than I expected. I need the cash, so I'll let 'em go for just what I paid for 'em. I don't care if I don't make a cent." "Let's see 'em," suggested Andy. The talk sounded familiar. It was "bargain" patter, but an inspection of the handkerchiefs showed Andy that they were worth what was asked for them. And, as it happened, he was in need of some. He bought two dozen, and suggested to Ikey several other students in Wright Hall on whom he might call. "Thanks," said the salesman, as he departed after a lengthy visit in Andy's room. "I won't forget what you've done for me, Blair. I'm having a hard time, and some people try to make it all the harder. They think, because I'm a Jew, that I have no feelings--that I like to be laughed at, and made to think that all I care about is money. Wait! Some day I'll show 'em!" and his black eyes flashed. 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." He began searching hurriedly through his pockets, a puzzled look coming over his face.