"Yes, that's what he said; but he said too, that the reason for it was because one side of the life of Christ had been emphasized at the expense of the other. He said so much had been made of his gentleness and meekness and the kindly virtues, which were the feminine side of his nature and appealed most to women, that he was afraid sometimes the other the stronger side and the one that appealed most to men had been lost. And then, he went on to speak of the Lion of the tribe of Judah, and he pictured the temptation and the power of decision and the heroic endurance and strength, and all that. I never heard anything like it in all my life. It made me feel as I do when the team is in for a meet. I'll never forget it! Never!" "I wish I'd heard it." "You'll have three more chances, anyway." "Maybe more than that if I don't pass in all my work," laughed Will. "Having any trouble?" "A little with my Greek, but I've passed off my condition now." "I think you're all right then, though Splinter is a hard proposition. Just imagine him talking like this man this morning." Will laughed, and then becoming serious, he said, "Wagner, I've a classmate who is bothering me." "Who is it?" "Schenck. Peter John everybody calls him." "What's he doing? What's the trouble with him?" "Well, to be honest, he's drinking hard." "Wasn't he one of the fellows who was down, with the typhoid when I had it?" "Yes." "An awkward, ungainly, redheaded fellow?" "That's the one." "What have you been doing for him?" "Everything I could think of, but nothing seems to hold. He made all sorts of promises when he was sick and he hasn't kept one of them. He goes around with Mott and you know what that means." "Yes," said Wagner thoughtfully. "He's a queer chap. I was in school three years with him and in some ways he was absolutely idiotic. For a while he'd work all right and then without a word of warning he'd break out and do some of the most absolutely fool things you ever heard of." "Not very much to appeal to, I fancy." "There might be if a fellow knew how, but I confess I don't." "You think it would do any good for me to see him?" "Yes, I do," said Will eagerly. "You know he might stand a show for the track team--" "Is he the fellow that won the half-mile in the sophomore-freshman meet?" inquired Wagner eagerly. "Is he the one?" "Yes." "I'll see him. I'll go right over there now. You're not letting up any in your own work for the team are you, Phelps?" "I'm doing a little all the time," Will admitted, "but I don't suppose it will amount to much." "Yes, it will. You never can tell till you try. If Mott does not do better he'll find himself out of it. We'll need you and every one we can get. You know I can't go in this year." "Why not?" "The typhoid. Doctor won't let me." "Then Peter John can't go in either." "That's so. I hadn't thought of that. All the more reason then why you ought to do your best, Phelps. I'll see this John Henry anyway--"