It was Pole's voice and Cateye turned about questioningly. "Well, what is it?" "Do you mind telling me what that noise was I heard in your room last night? You know my room is right next to yours, ..." "Noise! What noise?" queried Cateye, forgetting himself for the moment. "That's _just_ it! _What_ noise? It sounded like the distant rumbling of thunder. In fact it was so realistic that I got up and shut my window to keep the rain from beating in before I tumbled to the fact that the manufactured product was coming from your room!" "Oh!" laughed Cateye, a light beginning to dawn, "That's only Judd; he snores." "Snores! Great guns, he booms! Why, I'd have sworn the walls shook last night. And say,--does he do anything else?" "Talks some," admitted Cateye, reluctantly. "Indeed!" scoffed Pole, making a beautiful pair of arches with his eyebrows. "I'll say he talks some! In fact if he talks some more tonight,--well, tell him to BEWARE,--that's all!" "You can hardly blame a man for making some disturbance who plows a three acre field in one night," grinned Cateye. "Is that what he did?" "Yes,--in his sleep." "How do you stand it?" "I don't stand it; I put up with it." "Surely you don't intend to keep that rube as a room-mate! Why, that'll make you the laughing stock of the college. The idea of rooming with a guy that plows fields in his sleep. Deucedly funny. Bah!" "He struck rocks, too!" "When? Where?" "Plowing that field of his." "Well, I hope he strikes a boulder to-night and breaks his plow so he can't work any more. Either you get rid of that guy or I'll change my room!" "Go ahead,--change your room!" Cateye looked at Pole defiantly. "I will, if that nut starts to thunder again tonight!" Pole departed with a vicious stride, giving one the resemblance of a man on stilts. Cateye stood watching him, an amused smile on his face. Three weeks passed quickly. During this time Judd underwent a trying period. Wherever he chanced to go he provoked laughter and was made the object of many petty but harmless jokes. There was no doubt about it, Judd was slow, but he was also good natured and when he saw the joke, enjoyed it as much as anyone. Largely through Cateye's untiring efforts his rough edge was gradually being worn away, and, while he had formed few friends, still he had made no real enemies. Most of the fellows took him as a huge joke. Cateye had written to Bob: "Judd is a great scout and getting on fine. He certainly has the build for a great football player. I've been giving him pointers and I'm anxious for practice to begin so I can see how good he really is."