"This spring?" said Stover, surprised.
"Ever rowed any?"
"Never."
"That doesn't make any difference. You learn the stroke quicker—no bad habits."
"I'm light as mischief."
"Oh, I don't know—not for the freshman. We want to stimulate the interest in rowing up here. It's a good example for a man like you to come out. Ever done anything in baseball or the track?"
"No."
"Rowing's the stunt for you." He went toward the door, and turned. "Have a little chat with Regan. I admire the fellow, but he needs to rub up a bit with you fellows and get the sharp edges off him. By the way, when you start rowing I'll get hold of you and give you a little extra coaching."
When McCarthy came grinning through the door, he found Dink, his legs drawn up Turkish fashion, staring rebelliously at the ceiling.
"Hello! In love, or what?" said Tough, stopping short. "Recovering, perhaps, from the brilliant conversation?"