Cowan turned to him.
"Well, if they did--_if_ they did--I guess they'd succeed," he drawled.
"Well, if they do--_if_ they do," answered Neil, "I'll bet they won't succeed." "You'd stop us, perhaps ?" sneered Cowan.
"Easily," answered Neil, smiling sweetly; "there are only a hundred or so of you." "There's no one like a week-old freshman for self-importance," Cowan said, laughing in order to hide his vexation.
"Unless it's a third-year sophomore," Neil retorted.
"Oh, well," Paul interposed, "it's all poppycock, anyhow." "That's all," said Livingston.
"Of course," agreed Cowan.
Neil was silent..