like an Olympic champâjump like a kangarooâhowâs your kicking?â
âAll right, I guess.â
âPassing?â
âAll right, I guess.â
âCome on outside. Hey, Fitz! Bring a ball.â
An hour later Fitzsimmons found Woodman sitting in his office. Beside him was a bottle of whisky which he kept to revive wounded gladiators. âFitz,â said Woodman, looking at the trainer with dazed eyes, âdid you see what I saw?â
âYes, I did, Woodie.â
âTell me about it.â
Fitzsimmons scratched his greying head. âWell, Woodie, I seen a young manââ
âSaw, Fitz.â
âI saw a young man come into the gym anâ undress. He looked like an oiled steam engine. I saw him go and knock hell out of three track records without even losing his breath. Then I seen him go out on the field anâ kick a football from one end to the other anâ pass it back. Thatâs what
I
seen.â
Woodman nodded his head. âSo did I. But I donât believe it, do you?â
âI do. Thatâs the man youâanâ all the other coachesâhave been wantinâ to see. The perfect athlete. Better in everything than the best man at any one thing. Just a freak, Woodieâbut, God Almighty, how New Haven anâ Colgate are goinâ to feel it these next years!â
âMebbe heâs dumb, Fitz.â
âMebbe. Mebbe not.â
âFind out.â
Fitz wasted no time. He telephoned to the registrarâs office. âMr. H. Danner,â said the voice of a secretary, âpassed his examinations with the highest honours and was admitted among the first ten.â
âHe passed his entrance exams among the first ten,â Fitzsimmons repeated.
âGod!â said Woodman, âitâs the millennium!â And he took a drink.
Late in the afternoon of that day Hugo found his room in Thompson Dormitory. He unpacked his carpet-bag and his straw suitcase. He checked in his mind the things that he had done. It seemed a great deal for one dayâa complete alteration of his life. He had seen the dean and arranged his classes: trigonometry, English, French, Latin, biology, physics, economics, hygiene. With a pencil and a ruler he made a schedule, which he pinned on the second-hand desk he had bought.
Then he checked his furniture: a desk, two chairs, a bed, bed-clothes, a rug, sheets and blankets, towels. He hung his clothes in the closet. For a while he looked at them attentively. They were not like the clothes of the other students. He could not quite perceive the difference, but he felt it, and it made him uncomfortable. The room to which he had been assigned was pleasant. It looked over the rolling campus on two sides, and both windows were framed in the leaves of nodding ivy.
It was growing dark. From a dormitory near by came the music of a banjo. Presently the player sang and other voices joined with him. A warm and golden sun touched the high clouds with lingering fire. Voices cried out, young and vigorous. Hugo sighed. He was going to be happy at Webster. His greatness was going to be born here.
At that time Woodman called informally on Chuck and Lefty. They were in a heated argument over the decorative arrangement of various liquor bottles when he knocked. âCome in!â they shouted in unison.
âHello!â
âOh, Woodie. Come in. Sit down. Want a drinkâyouâre not in training?â
âNo, thanks. Had one. And it would be a damn sight better if you birds didnât keep the stuff around.â
âItâs Chuckâs.â Lefty grinned.
âAll right. I came to see about that bird you brought to meâDanner.â
âWas he any good?â
Woodman hesitated. âFellows, if I told you how good he was, you wouldnât believe me. Heâs so goodâIâm scared of him.â
âWhaddaya mean?â
âJust that. He gave Nellie