And fit he looked.

Four years of hard work and clean living had done for him everything that it lies in years to do.

They had made of the lank, raw, shanty lad a man, and such a man as a sculptor would have loved to behold.

Straight as a column he stood two inches over six feet, but of such proportions that seeing him alone, one would never have guessed his height.

His head and neck rose above his square shoulders with perfect symmetry and poise.