"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."