Anyhow, there's no harm in trying." "I think you'll win," said Cowan.

"This chump Livingston that Foster is booming is a regular milksop; does nothing but grind, so they say; came out of St.Mathias with all kinds of silly prizes and such.

What the fellows always want is a good, popular chap that goes in for athletics and that will make a name for himself." "Foster said Livingston was something of a dab at baseball," said Neil.
"Baseball!" cried Cowan.

"What's baseball?
Why not puss-in-the-corner?
A chap with a football reputation like Gale here can walk all round your baseball man.

We'll carry it with a rush! You'll see! Freshmen are like a lot of sheep--show 'em the way and they'll fall over themselves to get there." "Well, we're freshmen ourselves, you know," said Neil sweetly.