It doesn't seem to bother you any," he added.
"No, I haven't much flesh about me," panted Neil; "but I'm glad this is the last time around, just the same!" After their baths in the little green-roofed locker-house the two walked back to the yard together, Paul, as Neil saw, being in close companionship with a big youth whose name, according to Foster, was Tom Cowan.
"He played right-guard last year," said Foster.

"He's a soph; this is his third year." "Third year!" exclaimed Neil.

"But how--" "Oh, Cowan was too busy to pass his exams last year," said Foster with a grin.

"So they let him stay a soph.

He doesn't care; a little thing like that never bothers Cowan." His tone was rather contemptuous.
"Is he liked ?" Neil asked.
"Oh, yes; he's very popular among a small and select circle of friends--a very small circle." Then he dismissed Cowan with an airy wave of one hand.