For a moment Will Phelps was silent. His face became colorless and his heart seemed almost to rise in his throat. Fail in his mid-year's? A "warning" sent home to his father? To the inexperienced young student it seemed for a moment as if he was disgraced in the eyes of all his friends. He knew that his work had been of a low grade, but never for a moment had he considered it as being at all serious. So many of his newly formed friends in the college had been speaking of their conditions and low grades as a matter of course and had referred to them laughingly, much as if they were good jokes to be enjoyed that Will too had come almost to feel that his own trouble was not a serious one. And Splinter was the one to be blamed for the most of it, he was convinced. The words of his father, however, had presented the matter in an entirely different light, and his trouble was vastly increased by its evident effect upon him. Will's face was drawn and there was an expression of suffering upon it as he glanced again at his father and said: "What shall I do? Will it drop me out of college?" "I think not necessarily. You must pass off more than half your hours to enable you to keep on with your class; but failure in one study will not bring that of itself, for your Greek is a four-hour course. But the matter is, of course, somewhat serious and in more ways than one." "Yes, I know it," replied Will despondently. "Well, if you know it, that's half the battle won already. The greatest trouble with most unsuccessful men is that they have never learned what their own weaknesses and limitations are. But you say you know, and I wish you'd tell me what you think the chief difficulty is." "My Greek," said Will, trying to smile. "But what's the trouble with the Greek?" "The trouble is that the Greek troubles me. I suppose the Greek is all right and I'm all wrong." "In what way?" "I don't know it as I ought to." "Is that 'Splinter's' fault?" "No, it's mine. You know how hard I worked in the closing half of my last year in the high school, but that didn't, and I suppose couldn't, make up for what I hadn't done before." "Are you working hard now?" "On my Greek?" "Yes." "I'm putting more time on that than on everything else." "I didn't ask you about the 'time,' but about the work." "Why, yes. I don't just see what you mean. I spend three hours on my Greek every day we have it." "It's one thing to 'spend the time' and another to work. Some men will accomplish more in an hour than others will in three." "I do my best," said Will gloomily. He felt almost as if his father was unfair with him and was disposed to question what he had said.