They wished with instant enthusiasm and departed, keys in hand, to find their lockers.

They found the room thronged with fellows in various stages of undressing, while from the baths came deep groans and shrill shrieks and the hiss and splash of water.

Their lockers were side by side at the farther end of the last aisle; and, after making certain that the keys fitted them, they began to get out of their clothes, only to make the discovery when partly disrobed that they had no towels.
"I'm going to ask someone to lend me one," said Steve.

"You can use an end of it if I get it.

I'm going to have that shower or bust." A cheerful-faced youth draped in a frayed bathrobe came up at that moment and Steve sought counsel of him.
"Towel?
I'd lend you one in a minute, but mine are all soiled.