a sense of justice,—it was his renunciation and sacrifice, that gave the school its opportunity to show the returning comrade how well he was remembered. And I think it is only fair that I should have the chance of standing beside that boy, too,—of standing between the two presidents of your athletic association. If that boy is anywhere round, will he please step out and show himself?"
There was laughter and applause and turning of heads. Even Rupert dared now to look up at the stand with a shy, expectant smile.
Harry Harding was being hustled down the aisle.
"Get out there! Get out there!" his brother had cried to him, thrusting him forward, jamming him through the throng. And as he came, every one along the way gave a hand in helping him forward. In a moment, hatless, red, disheveled, he bounded out on the track and stepped up beside the President.
"Are you Harry Harding?" asked the President, in a stern and forbidding voice.
