"I can do well enough, I believe, in that way. Crawford was boasting, last year, that he could outwrestle any man in New England. I challenged him, and threw him on his back."
"You! Crawford is twice as heavy and strong as you are."
"I am stronger than I seem," replied Morton, with great complacency.
And Leslie, observing him with an eye not unused to measure the thews and sinews of men, saw that, though his frame was light, and his shoulders not broad, yet his compact proportions, deep chest, and muscular limbs, showed the highest degree of bodily vigor.
"You are quite right. I would enlist you without asking the surgeon's advice."
Here the nurse, attendant on the two philosophers, appeared at the door; and they, obedient to the mute summons, scrambled gravely from their seats, and, with solemn steps, withdrew. Miss Leslie presently followed, and Morton and her father were left alone.
"You are from Harvard—are you not?"
"Yes."
"Do you know Horace Vinal?"
"Very well; he is my classmate."