After the first night Judd talked only during waking hours, a fact which greatly astonished Cateye. True, Judd still snored some, but he could easily be forgiven for this minor offense so long as he did not take a notion to plow any more fields. Moreover Cateye had succeeded in breaking Judd in to soft, downy beds and in making him strive to do things much as other fellows would. Two weeks later as Cateye was crossing the campus he was met by Benz who slapped him joyfully on the back. "Football practice begins to-morrow! Since Bob did not come back this year the eleven will have to meet and elect a new captain." "That's so," recalled Cateye, "Be great to get back in harness again, eh, Benz?" "You bet! Say,--d'you suppose Rube'll be out to-morrow?" "I don't know." "I hope he is. That fellow is the richest joke that ever hit Bartlett college. Why, if he doesn't know any more about football than he does about table manners, ..." "See here, Benz!" retorted Cateye, impatiently, "haven't you had about enough fun at Judd's expense? Seems to me three weeks has been time enough to wear the joke off some. He's a peculiar fellow, I'll admit, but a great scout once you know him." "Well then,--I don't know him yet, that's all," retorted Benz. "Better come over some time and get acquainted!" Cateye spun on his heel and walked off, leaving Benz puzzled and indignant. Two weeks more whiled away with nothing eventful happening. Football training had gotten well under way. Benz had been elected captain of the eleven over Cateye by one vote. Both men had won their letters for two years and were looked upon with respect and admiration by the other members of the team. Judd had turned out for practice but his ever present awkwardness had caused no end of merriment and made him the brunt for criticism from the mouth of Coach Phillips, himself. "Mighty good material," the coach had said, "But, he certainly needs seasoning!" The first night that scrimmage was held, Judd, who had been playing left tackle on the second team in practice now got his first chance to demonstrate his ability. Benz was playing fullback on the varsity. Students thronged the sidelines. The varsity kicked off and held the seconds for downs on their thirty yard line. The first play called for a line smash through left tackle. Benz came tearing in; his interference crumpled; he felt a hard shoulder against his knees, and the next moment hit the ground with a terrible thud which knocked the wind completely out of him. When he came to he looked around quietly, felt of himself, and sat up. "Steam roller or locomotive?" he asked, gamely. "Only Rube," laughed Curns, who was playing right end on the varsity. "Hump! He did it on purpose just to show me up. I'll get him!"