n't you knock him down and fight
it out with him?"

"Because he's not in my class. When I fight I fight men. And, besides, I
was in a hurry. If I'm expected to apologize to Professor Burgess or be
expelled, I want to know it," Vic added, hotly.

He knew he would not apologize, and he wanted the sentence of expulsion
to come quickly if it must come.

"We never expel boys from Sunrise. They have done it themselves
sometimes. Nor do we ever exact an apology. They offer it themselves
sometimes. In either case, the choice lies with the boy."

"What do you do with a fellow like me?" Vic looked curiously at the
Dean.

"If a boy of your build wants to meet only men when he fights, we take
it he is something of a man himself, and therefore worth too much for
Sunrise to lose."

Oh! blessed power of the college man to lead the half-tamed boy into the
stronger places of life; nor shove him to the dangerous ground where his
feet must sink in the quicksand or the mire!

Vic sat looking thoughtfully at the man before him.

"Your confession here is all right. Your claim to a place on the team in
Thursday's game was just." The simple fairness of Fenneben's words made
their appeal, yet, it was so unlike what Vic had counted on he could
hardly accept it as genuine.

"You have made a great name for yourself as an athlete. I paid for the
roses. I know something of the degree of that greatness." Dr. Fenneben
smiled genially. "You played a marvelous game and I am proud of you."

Vic did not look proud of himself just then, and Lloyd Fenneben knew it
was one of life's crucial moments for the boy.

"The big letter S cut over the doorway out there stands for more than
Sunrise, you remember I told you." Fenneben spoke earnestly. "It means
also the strife which you have already met and must expect to meet
all along the way. But, Burleigh"--Lloyd Fenneben stood up to his full
height, an ideal of grace and power--"if you expect to make your way
through college with your fists, come to me."

"You?" Vic's eyes widened.

"Yes, I'll meet you on any grounds. And if you ever try to coerce a
professor here again, I'll meet you anyhow, and we'll have it out."
Fenneben was stern now.

"I wouldn't want to scrap with you, Dr. Fenneben," Vic stammered.

"Why not?"

"I am too much of a gentleman for that."

"When I fight, I fight men. You are in my class," Fenneben quoted with a
smile in his eyes, which faded away with the next words.

"Y