Dick Dawson used to be our best oarsman, but last June a fellow named Jerry Koswell beat him." "Koswell!" cried Sam.

"I thought he was too much of a dude to row in a race." At this remark the senior smiled faintly.
"Evidently you have met Mr.Koswell," he remarked pointedly.
"We have," answered Tom.
"Well, he can row, if he can't do anything else." "I'd like to try my skill against him some day," said Tom, who during the past year had taken quite a fancy to rowing.
"Perhaps Koswell will be glad to let you have the chance," said Allan Charter.
A little later the senior left the freshmen, and the latter strolled back in the direction of the college buildings.

It was now growing dark, and the Rovers concluded to go up to their rooms and unpack their trunks, which had just come in from the depot.
"You fellows want to keep your eyes wide open to-night," cautioned Stanley, who came up with them.
"Hazing ?" asked Dick.
"So I was told." "Will they start in so early ?" asked Sam.
"Any time after midnight.

I hate to think of it, but I reckon a fellow has got to submit." "That depends," answered Dick.

"I'll not stand for everything.