tear-stained face lifted eagerly, "I know he was out of condition; he
had let himself run down last week, since the last match, indeed, got
out of hand a bit, you know, and that last quarter--you know, Sir, that
last quarter was pretty stiff--his nerve gave just for a moment."

"Oh," said the doctor in a voice of relief, "that explains it. But," he
added quickly in a severe tone, "it was very reprehensible for a man on
the International to let himself get out of shape, very reprehensible
indeed. An International, mind you!"

"It was my fault, Sir, I'm afraid," said Dunn, regretfully. "I ought to
have--"

"Nonsense! A man must be responsible for himself. Control, to be of any
value, must be ultroneous, as our old professor used to say."

"That's true, Sir, but I had kept pretty close to him up to the last
week, you see, and--"

"Bad training, bad training. A trainer's business is to school his men
to do without him."

"That is quite right, Sir. I believe I've been making a mistake," said
Dunn thoughtfully. "Poor chap, he's awfully cut up!"

"So he should be," said the doctor sternly. "He had no business to get
out of condition. The International, mind you!"

"Oh, Father, perhaps he couldn't help it," cried Rob, whose loyal,
tender heart was beating hard against his little ribs, "and he looks