“He wanted us to sit in chairs,” chuckled Arnold, “but we told him we preferred the bed. Said we were dead tired and wanted to lean back. After a bit we got to rough-housing, just to finish the job nicely, and we had it all over the bed, the crackers crunching finely. We had to shout and howl so he wouldn’t hear them. He said we were a couple of silly idiots and if we didn’t cut it out ‘Muscles’ would hear the row and be up. So we let up after we’d rolled all over the bed and said good-night to him and hoped he’d have a nice, restful sleep, and went home.” “Did he?” laughed Fanning. “Like anything! After his light went out Homer and I opened the door and listened. We didn’t have to listen long, though. We heard him mutter something and then there was a roar and he landed out in the middle of the room, I guess. We saw the light go on again and――well, we thought we’d better go to bed about then. Which we did, locking the door very, very carefully first. He almost broke it in before Mr. Bendix came bounding upstairs to see what the trouble was!” “Yes,” added Homer, “and the low-life told ‘Muscles’ about it and showed him the bed! Garfield was one of those chaps who just love a joke――as long as it isn’t on him!” “What did ‘Muscles’ do?” asked Halliday delightedly. “Not a thing. Told Garfield to shake his sheets out and go to bed. But he wouldn’t speak to either of us for days and days; Garfield, I mean. Seemed real peeved at us!” “I’ll bet worse things than that have happened to him at Andover, or wherever he is,” chuckled Fanning. “It doesn’t take long to find out a fellow who can’t stand a joke, and then every one has a whack at him. Garfield was a pill, anyway. I played left half that year on the scrub, and Garfield was always funking. Just let some one kick him in the shins and he was ready to quit. Talking about shins, fellows, I wish you’d see the peach that I’m wearing just now. Every time any fellow swings his stick it gets my left shin. I’ve got a regular map on it, with every state a different color. I’m thinking of getting a pair of leg-guards like Tucker wears. Those shin pads they give us aren’t any good. Casement doesn’t even know they’re there when he gets to slashing. I never saw a chap who could bang around with his stick the way he can, and get away with it. Some day though, he will make me lose my temper, and when he does he’s going to get something to remember.” “Tut, tut,” said Halliday, soothingly. “What’s a crack on the shin between friends? Save your revenge, Fan, and work it off on Broadwood.” “Yes, you’ll have Tony Spaulding to fight then,” said Arnold. “Is he such a wonder?” asked Fanning. “You saw him last year, didn’t you?” “Yes, but I didn’t think he was anything remarkable. He――” “He scored six of their ten goals,” said Arnold. “That’s doing fairly well, isn’t it?”