My former back-sliding was forgiven me.
And the passage of Tennyson about "one honest doubt" being more than half the creeds, was quoted in my favour.
Field-day!...
I entered for the two-mile, to be run off in the morning ... for the half-mile, the first thing in the afternoon ... the mile, which was to be the last event, excepting the hammer-throw. My class, in a body, had urged me to enter for all the "events" I could ... when the delegation came, I welcomed them, with gratified self-importance, to my solitary room. I invited them in, and they sat about ... on my single chair ... my bed ... the floor....
"You see, Gregory, if you win two of these races, we'll get the banner that goes to the class that makes the greatest number of points ... you must do it for us ... we have never yet won the banner, and this is our last chance."
They left, solemnly shaking my hand, as over a matter of vast importance....
Hurrying into my track suit, I went out to the Oval. It was three days before the meet.
Dunn was there, with several others, measuring out distances and chalking lanes.