being was pleasantly warmed by the alcohol, and he was in
the most genial and best of spirits. At the corner of the bar several
young men were up to the old trick of resting their elbows and
attempting to force each other's hands down. One broad-shouldered
young giant never removed his elbow, but put down every hand that came
against him. Daylight was interested.

"It's Slosson," the barkeeper told him, in answer to his query. "He's
the heavy-hammer thrower at the U.C. Broke all records this year, and
the world's record on top of it. He's a husky all right all right."

Daylight nodded and went over to him, placing his own arm in opposition.

"I'd like to go you a flutter, son, on that proposition," he said.

The young man laughed and locked hands with him; and to Daylight's
astonishment it was his own hand that was forced down on the bar.

"Hold on," he muttered. "Just one more flutter. I reckon I wasn't
just ready that time."

Again the hands locked. It happened quickly. The offensive attack of
Daylight's muscles slipped instantly into defense, and, resisting
vainly, his hand was forced over and down. Daylight was dazed. It had
been no trick. The skill was equal, or, if anything, the superior
skill had been his. Strength, sheer strength, had done it. He called
for the drinks, and, still dazed and pondering, held up his own arm,
and looked at it as at some new strange thing. He did not know this
arm. It certainly was not the arm he had carried around with him all
the years. The old arm? Why, it would have been play to turn down that
young husky's. But this arm--he continued to look at it with such
dubious perplexity as to bring a roar of laughter from the young men.

This laughter aroused him. He joined in it at first, and then his face
slowly grew grave. He leaned toward the hammer-thrower.

"Son," he said, "let me whisper a secret. Get out of here and quit
drinking before you begin."

The young fellow flushed angrily, but Daylight held steadily on.

"You listen to your dad, and let him say a few. I'm a young man
myself, only I ain't. Let me tell you, several years ago for me to
turn your hand down would have been like committing assault and battery
on a kindergarten."

Slosson looked his incredulity, while the others grinned and clustered
around Daylight encouragingly.

"Son, I ain't given to preaching. This is the first time I ever come
to the penitent form, and you put me there