had laid by their togs.

They had said farewell to school athletics.
In the winter's basket ball they did not intend to take part.
For the baseball nine, that would begin practice soon after the new year, there was plenty of fine material in the lower classes.
"I feel almost as if I had been to a funeral," snorted Darrin, when he came away from the gym.

after having turned in all his togs and paraphernalia.
"It's time to give the younger fellows a show," sighed Dick.
"You talk as though we were old men," gibed Dave.
"In the High School we are," laughed Dick.

"We're seniors.

In a few short months more we shall be graduates, unless-----" There he stopped, but Darrin didn't need to look at his chum.
Both knew what that pause meant..