“It’s sort of funny about that,” confessed Clif. “Fact is, I don’t believe I’ve done much――much concentrating myself lately. That is, not consciously. I suppose what happened was that I’d got sort of in the habit of doing it and――and just did it without realizing.” Tom sniffed skeptically, but Loring said gravely, “That must be it, Clif.” He had not told Clif of that talk with the coach and the subsequent “scouting,” nor did he tell him about it until many weeks later. Mr. Cooper broke in on the momentary silence. “If I were you, Tom,” he said, “I’d keep it up. The will power stuff, I mean; concentration and all that, eh? No harm in trying, you know. Wouldn’t be a bit surprised to run across the whole lot of you over there later on.” “Well, _I’d_ be surprised if you did, mightily surprised!” retorted Tom. “Unless ‘over there’ means Asbury Park!” “Oh, no,” replied Mr. Cooper seriously, “Switzerland. You never can tell.” Tom looked at him incredulously, opened his lips to speak, thought better of it and subsided. “Gosh,” sighed Clif, “it’s hard to realize that we’ll be all through here Wednesday! That I’ll be having lunch at home the next day! And taking in a ball game in the afternoon, maybe, and going to a movie in the evening!” “I suppose you’ve got through finals all right, Loring,” said Tom. “It must be funny not to have to worry any about them.” “Yes, I’m fairly certain of passing,” replied Loring. “How about you?” “Me? Oh, I’ll get by,” answered Tom doggedly. “Somehow. I can’t just figure it out, but I have a hunch that I’ll make it. Got to if I want to come back next year.” Tom’s hunch proved correct, thanks to a fortunate and, to him, quite inexplicable _B_ in Hygiene. Loring’s name was on the list in the First Ten of the third class, and Clif barely failed of winning that distinction. Although Tom had professed his certainty of passing, the news that he had scraped through appeared to bring him a vast relief and a noticeable elevation of spirits. He felt so good all the forenoon that it required earnest efforts on the part of Clif and Billy Desmond to keep him from breaking a window as a testimonial of joy. Dissuaded from this course, he set out for the Inn to announce the glad tidings to Mr. Cooper. The latter seemed quite as pleased as Tom.