Could you lend me a couple of towels, Mister--er--Danny ?" "I doubt have I got any, but I'll look an' see," and Danny disappeared into the room behind him.
"Here you are, Sam," he said in a moment.

"They're small but select.
Fetch 'em back when you're through with 'em, if you please.

They're school property, d'ye mind, and it's me that's answerable for them." Steve promised faithfully to restore them and bore them back in triumph to where Tom had paused in his undressing to await the result of the errand.

A minute later they were puffing and blowing in adjoining baths, with the icy-cold water raining down on their glowing bodies.

A brisk drying with the borrowed towels, a return to their uninviting togs and they were ready to be off.