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.
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