Publisher's Synopsis
The gymnasium was packed as Jimmy Torrance stepped into the ring for the final event of theevening that was to decide the boxing championship of the university. Drawing to a close were thenearly four years of his college career-profitable years, Jimmy considered them, and certainlysuccessful up to this point. In the beginning of his senior year he had captained the varsity eleven, and in the coming spring he would again sally forth upon the diamond as the star initial sacker ofcollegedom.His football triumphs were in the past, his continued baseball successes a foregone conclusion-ifhe won to-night his cup of happiness, and an unassailably dominant position among his fellows, would be assured, leaving nothing more, in so far as Jimmy reasoned, to be desired from four yearsattendance at one of America's oldest and most famous universities.The youth who would dispute the right to championship honors with Jimmy was a dark horse to theextent that he was a freshman, and, therefore, practically unknown. He had worked hard, however, and given a good account of himself in his preparations for the battle, and there were rumors, asthere always are about every campus, of marvelous exploits prior to his college days. It was evendarkly hinted that he was a professional pugilist. As a matter of fact, he was the best exponent of themanly art of self-defense that Jimmy Torrance had ever faced, and in addition thereto he outweighedthe senior and outreached him.The boxing contest, as the faculty members of the athletic committee preferred to call it, was, fromthe tap of the gong, as pretty a two-fisted scrap as ever any aggregation of low-browed fight fanswitnessed. The details of this gory contest, while interesting, have no particular bearing upon thedevelopment of this tale. What interests us is the outcome, which occurred in the middle of a verybloody fourth round, in which Jimmy Torrance scored a clean knock-out.It was a battered but happy Jimmy who sat in his room the following Monday afternoon, striving toconcentrate his mind upon a college text-book which should, by all the laws of fiction, have been'well thumbed, ' but in reality, possessed unruffled freshness which belied its real age."I wish," mused Jimmy, "that I could have got to the bird who invented mathematics before heinflicted all this unnecessary anguish upon an already unhappy world. In about three rounds I couldhave saved thousands from the sorrow which I feel every time I open this blooming bo