"Did I say that fellow was slow?" said Benz to himself, "Well,--I take that much back. He's fast as greased lightning!" "I'm sorry, fellahs," apologized Judd, brokenly. "I thought you were the real stuff; I hated to part with the money an',--an'--" Here was an opening for Benz. He could not go back to college without some sort of an alibi. "You thought it was the real stuff? Bah! Pole put you wise and you went in to do us all up. That's what you did, you big stiff!" "I never said a word to Rube!" cried Pole, hotly. "The joke's on you if there is any and you know it! Don't put the blame on anyone else!" "Well,--let's hush this affair up, fellows. I'd hate to have it get around college. Don't say a word about it, will you, Judd?" "Hush this up? Nothin' doin'!" broke in Curns. "This joke is too good to keep. Gee, I won't be able to chew any food with this jaw of mine for a week! Good-night, gentlemen, it's getting late. Going home, Rube?" CHAPTER XI BENZ BROODS News travels fast. Chapel Sunday morning was conspicuous by the absence of Potts and Benz. But Curns was present with a smiling face and piece of court plaster attached to his chin. He attracted crowds of students as a magnet attracts iron filings. The students clung to him until they heard the last word of the episodes of one Judd Billings and then, bent almost double with laughter, they rushed off to tell the news to someone else. Information was freely and cheerfully given. By Sunday noon everyone in college, even the professors, had learned of the exploit. Students cheered whenever Judd put in appearance and questioned him as to Dynamite or how to administer a knockout punch. To all inquiries Judd turned a deaf ear and his simple modesty was much in evidence. Judd, of course, told Cateye everything and Cateye was quick to resent Benz's attempts at practical jokes. "I wish I had gone along, now," said Cateye. "All this trouble might have been averted. Judd, until Benz makes up with you you'd better stick pretty close to me for there's no telling what he may do to get even. He's a mighty good fellow to his friends but when he doesn't take a liking to anyone that person had better watch out." "I reckon I can take care of myself," Judd replied, firmly. "I know you can!" assured Cateye, "You don't need any body guard, but my motto is, 'Keep out of trouble,' and that's why I want you to stick by me close. Savvy? Come on, let's go down to dinner." As the two boys entered the dining room everyone at the tables arose as if by pre-arrangement, while Curns yelled: "Now fellows, let her go! Rah, rah, rah! Rah, rah, rah! Rube, Rube, Rube!" Much good natured laughter followed and Judd took his seat awkwardly, face flushed with embarrassment. "Do you know my sister Norah?" some student shouted. "No, I don't, but Dyna-mite!" another replied. More laughter followed.