"Pole, Potts, and Lawton," replied the doctor, "Your room and theirs was the nearest to the fire and you got the direct benefit of the smoke. They're beginning to come around though. Lucky some of you weren't killed!" "Judd, you must have saved my life!" breathed Cateye. "He undoubtedly did!" replied Doctor Bray, "Another five minutes would have ended you four fellows!" Cateye held out his hand, gratefully. Judd took it, grinning sheepishly. "Good old scout!" said Cateye, softly. "Be careful, ... that grip of yours ...!" CHAPTER XII ONE KIND OF LOYALTY Two good carpenters employed for two whole days soon righted the damage done by the blaze. Pole, when he was able to navigate again and had viewed the interior of the badly charred storeroom, declared, "Looks to me like matches and mice!" This seemed to be the concensus of opinion among the fellows as to the origin of the fire. The room had been filled with spare pieces of furniture, some of which were packed in excelsior. There was also a great quantity of extra bedding in the room. This accounted for the dense smoke which almost proved fatal to a number of fellows. Judd was now quite an object of interest, and lauded wherever he went, as a hero. He, however, disliked publicity and oftentimes, when out walking, would make many detours to avoid encountering fellows whom he knew would lavish compliments upon him. Pole and Potts became steadfast friends of Judd's since that eventful night. But the gulf between Judd and Benz had noticeably widened. Judd was fast gaining such recognition on the second team as a star that it seemed probable he might be shifted to the varsity any day. Cateye had earnestly hoped that his room-mate might be given a chance. Just one chance! But it seemed as if that chance would never come. One night, it was now almost November, Cateye was just returning to the locker room after football practice, when he came up to Coach Phillips and Benz on the way. Something that Benz was saying caused Cateye to almost stop in his tracks. His pace slackened. He lagged behind within hearing distance. "Yes, I know Judd is pretty fair,--but I'd still sort of hate to trust him in a game. Of course, if you think he's better than Walker, why,--" "Well,--Walker hasn't shown up exceptionally good lately and I'm thinking of making a shift soon," replied the coach. "Walker has complained of being sick this week," bluffed Benz, lamely. "He'll be o.k. in a couple of days. Don't worry." Cateye increased his steps and hastened past. "Benz!" cried Cateye, to himself, "You whiner! The only way you could get even with a man was to stab him in the back! I really thought you were loyal to your college,--to the team."