and build, and weight, too, I guess. Are you related?"

"No. But we are pretty much the same height and weight. He's half an
inch taller, and I think I weigh two pounds more."

In the intervals of catching and returning punts the acquaintance
ripened. When, at the end of three-quarters of an hour, Devoe gave the
order to quit and the trainer sent them twice about the gridiron on a
trot, Neil found Foster ambling along beside him.

"Phew!" exclaimed the latter. "I guess I lived too high last summer and
put on weight. This is taking it out of me finely; I can feel whole
pounds melting off. It doesn't seem to bother you any," he added.

"No, I haven't much flesh about me," panted Neil; "but I'm glad this is
the last time around, just the same!"

After their baths in the little green-roofed locker-house the two walked
back to the yard together, Paul, as Neil saw, being in close
companionship with a big youth whose name, according to Foster, was
Tom Cowan.

"He played right-guard last year," said Foster. "He's a soph; this is
his third year."

"Third year!" exclaimed Neil. "But how--"

"Oh, Cowan was too busy to pass his exams last year," said Foster with a
grin. "So they let him stay a soph. He doesn't care; a little thing
like that never bothers Cowan." His tone was rather contemptuous.