Come up to my room, and let him cool off." Paul hesitated, and then turned to follow Cowan, who was strolling toward the door.

Angry as he was, deep in his heart he was glad to avoid conflict with his chum.
"All right," he answered in a voice that trembled, "we'll go; but"-- turning to Neil--"if you think I'm going to put up with this sort of thing, you're mistaken.

You can have this room, and I'll get another." "I'd suggest your rooming with Cowan," answered Neil, "since you're so fond of him." "Your friend's jealous," laughed Cowan from the hall.

Paul joined him, slamming the door loudly as he went.
Neil heard Cowan's laughter and the sound of their steps as they climbed the stairs.

For several moments he stood motionless, staring at the door.