Bailly didn"t go on right away. The youthful glance absorbed each detail of George"s face and build.
"Anyhow," he said after a moment, less querulously, "let"s see what you lack of the infantile requirements needful for entrance in an American university."
He probed George"s rapid acquaintance with mathematics, history, English, and the cla.s.sics. With modern languages there was none. Then the verdict came. Two years" work.
"I"ve got to make my eyes and brain do," George said. "I"ve got to enter college this fall or never. I tell you, Mr. Bailly, I am going to do it.
I know you can help me, if you will. I"ll pay."
Bailly shook his head.
"Even if I had the time my charges are high."
George showed his whole hand.
"I have about five hundred dollars."
"For this condensed acquisition of a kindergarten knowledge, or--or----"
"For everything. But only let me get in and I"ll work my way through."
Again Bailly shook his head.
"You can"t get in this fall, and it"s not so simple to work your way through."
"Then," George said, "you refuse to do anything for me?"
The youthful eyes squinted. George had an odd impression that they sought beyond his body to learn just what manner of man he was. The querulous voice possessed more life.
"How tall are you?"
"A little over six feet."
"What"s your weight?"
George hesitated, unable to see how such questions could affect his entering college. He decided it was better to answer.
"A hundred and eighty-five."
"Good build!" Bailly mused. "Wish I"d had a build like that. If your mind is as well proportioned----Take your coat off. Roll up your sleeves."
"What for?" George asked.
Bailly arose and circled the desk. George saw that the skeleton man limped.
"Because I"d like to see if the atrophying of your brain has furnished any compensations."
George grinned. The portrait in the window seemed friendly. He obeyed.
Bailly ran his hand over George"s muscles. His young eyes widened.
"Ever play football?"
George shook his head doubtfully.
"Not what you would call really playing. Why? Would football help?"
"Provided one"s the right stuff otherwise, would being a G.o.d help one climb Olympus?" Bailly wanted to know.
He indicated the framed likeness in the window.
"That"s Bill Gregory."
"Seems to me I"ve seen his name in the papers," George said.
Bailly stared.
"Without doubt, if you read the public prints at all. He exerted much useful cunning and strength in the Harvard and Yale games last fall. He was on everybody"s All-American eleven. I got him into college and man-handled him through. Hence this scanty hair, these premature furrows; for although he had plenty of good common-sense, and was one of the finest boys I"ve ever known, he didn"t possess, speaking relatively, when it came to iron-bound text-books, the brains of a dinosaur; but he had the brute force of one."
"Why did you do it?" George asked. "Because he was rich?"
"Young man," Bailly answered, "I am a product of this seat of learning.
With all its faults--and you may learn their number for yourself some day--its success is pleasing to me, particularly at football. I am very fond of football, perhaps because it approximates in our puling, modern fashion, the cla.s.sic public games of ruddier days. In other words, I was actuated by a formless emotion called Princeton spirit. Don"t ask me what that is. I don"t know. One receives it according to one"s concept.
But when I saw in Bill something finer and more determined than most men possess, I made up my mind Princeton was going to be proud of him, on the campus, on the football field, and afterward out in the world."
The hollow, wrinkled face flushed.
"When Bill made a run I could think of it as my run. When he made a touchdown I could say, "there"s one score that wouldn"t have been made if I hadn"t booted Bill into college, and kept him from flunking out by sheer brute mentality!" Pardon me, Mr. Morton. I love the silly game."
George smiled, sensing his way, if only he could make this fellow feel he would be the right kind of Princeton man!
"I was going to say," he offered, "that while I had never had a chance to play on a regular team I used to mix it up at school, but I was stronger than most of the boys. There were one or two accidents. They thought I"d better quit."
Bailly laughed.
"That"s the kind of material we want. You do look as if you could bruise a blue or a crimson jersey. Know where the field house is? Ask anybody.
Do no harm for the trainer to look you over. Be there at three o"clock."
"But my work? Will you help me?"
"Give me," Bailly pled, "until afternoon to decide if I"ll take another ten years from my life. That"s all. Send that fellow Rogers in. Be at the field house at three o"clock."
And as George pa.s.sed out he heard him reviling the candidate.
"Don"t see why you come to college. No chance to make the team or a Phi Beta Kappa. One ought to be a requisite."
The shrill voice went lower. George barely caught the words certainly not intended for him.
"You know I wouldn"t be a bit surprised if that fellow you brought me, if he had a chance, might do both."