“Are you? Did Bendix say you could play hockey?”
“Yes, on the dormitory team. Hockey and tennis. I don’t see why I can’t play baseball, do you?”
“N-no, but I suppose Muscles has his reason. How are you getting along at the gym?”
“All right. It’s mostly dumb-bells and wands now, though. But it’s pretty good fun, isn’t it? Next week we’re going to do stunts on the bars and things like that. I think I’ve got more muscle now than I had when I came, don’t you? Look.” And Gerald pulled his sleeve up, exposing a pathetically thin arm, and brought his clinched hand up to his shoulder, watching Dan anxiously.
“Hm, yes, I believe you have,” said Dan gravely. “You keep on, Gerald, and you’ll be mightily surprised at the result. It’s wonderful what you can do in the gym. I’ve only been here about three months and I’ve increased my chest expansion almost two inches.”
“Really? Mr. Bendix said I was awfully flat chested, and I guess I am. I wish I had your muscles, Dan.”
“You keep on and you will have. All ready? Come on, then. Are you hungry?”
“Not very. I’m never very hungry, Dan. Even at home I don’t eat much.”
“You wait until you’ve been here a little longer,” laughed Dan, “and you won’t talk that way!”