"Glad you think so," said Will bitterly. "Some of the fellows think he's hard, but he's all right if you know how to handle him," declared Peter John pompously. "I'll put down a good mark for him." "Good for you, Peter John!" laughed Foster. "Wait till he puts down your mark." "I'll get an 'A' in Greek." "I hope you'll give me a part of it then," said Will. "Did you ever see such a fellow?" he said to Foster when their visitor had departed. "I never did. I don't mind him myself, but for his own sake I wish he could learn something. I don't believe he'll ever do it though." "I'm afraid he'll be taught some things that are not in the course of study." "Do him good," remarked Foster, as he turned once more to his work. The following day was Saturday, and in the afternoon there were no recitations. Will had promised Mott that he would go for a long walk with him, and promptly after luncheon the sophomore appeared. For some reason which Will could not explain, Mott appeared to have taken a decided fancy to him, and had paid him many special attentions. There was little about him that was attractive to Will, but somehow he found it difficult to avoid him. He certainly was a well dressed handsome young fellow, and was prominent in college chiefly because of his success in athletics, for already he had the reputation of being one of the swiftest runners in college. But in the college vernacular he was commonly referred to as a "sport," a term for which Will instinctively had little liking, and less for the young man himself. However, he had found it difficult to avoid him, and somewhat reluctantly he had consented to take the long walk to a distant village with him on the day to which reference has been made. For a time after the two young men had departed from Winthrop, and had made their way up the road that led along the steep hillside, the exhilaration of the bracing air and the superb view had made Will keenly alive to the beauties of the surrounding region. A soft halo covered the summits of the lofty hills, and the quiet of the valley was almost as impressive as the framework of the mountains. Mott too had been exceedingly pleasant in all that he had said, and Will was almost beginning to feel that he had misjudged his companion, and that his reputation was worse than the fellow himself. They had now left the hillside road and were once more in the valley and not far from the village they were seeking. "I hear you're quite a fair sprinter," suggested Mott, as they proceeded. "I do a little," assented Will, laughing lightly as he spoke. "Where did you run?" "On the high school team." "What high school?" "Sterling." "Run against the other schools in the league?" "Yes," replied Will, wondering how it was that Mott happened to know of the existence of the league. "How did you come out?" "Oh, I happened to win. There wasn't very much to run against, you see." "What time did you make?" "Ten, two." "Going to run here?"