They say that once when he played here at half-back he got the ball on Robinson's forty yards and walked down the field and over the line for a touch-down with half the Robinson team hanging on to his legs, and said afterward that he thought he _had_ felt some one tugging at him!" Neil laughed.
"But he doesn't look so awfully strong," he objected.
"Well, I guess he was in better trim then," answered Cowan.

"Besides, he's built well, you see--most of his weight below his waist; when a chap's that way it's hard to pull him over.

I remember last year in the game with Erstham I got through their tackle on a guard-back play, and--" But Neil had already heard that story of heroic deeds, and so lent a deaf ear to Cowan's boasting.

When they reached Main Street a window full of the first issue of the college weekly, The Erskine Purple, met their sight, and they went in and bought copies.

On the steps of the laboratory building they opened the inky-smelling journals and glanced through them.
"Here's an account of last night's election," said Cowan.