The following Saturday, November fifth, Bartlett College met and defeated the Wynham Medical School, 13 to 6, thus keeping up their unbroken string of victories. But the victory was a dear one. Cateye, at left guard, suffered a badly wrenched knee, and Pole, at right end, nursed a sprained ankle. These men would be out of the game for at least a week. Judd, who had come to admire the brilliant work of Cateye, both on offense and defense, felt very bad over his injury. "You never miss the water till the well runs dry," Judd told Cateye, the night after the game. "They'll appreciate what a darn good guard you've been now, when they try to find some one to fill your shoes!" "Bosh! There's plenty of fellows just as good as I am, Judd, and better!" laughed Cateye, punching Judd with a crutch. "There's a guy by the name of Mister Billings, for instance, who,--" "Do you suppose I'll git a chance now?" demanded Judd. "Can't help but get a chance! They've got to put you in. No one else good enough!" "Would they be putting me in your position?" "Most likely." "I won't do it!" "Won't do what?" "I won't play your position!" "Nonsense, Judd. You'll play wherever Coach Phillips puts you." "Maybe I will, but then, maybe I won't!" "Why not?" "I don't want your position. I'll quit football first. That settles it!" "Judd, don't talk that way. It's for the team. Don't mind me. I'm out of it. I want you to show people how good you really are. I'd like to write and tell Bob,--" "Nothin' doin'! If they try to put Judd Billings in your position he'll hand in his resignation." * * * * * Cateye was right. Coach Phillips was forced to give Judd a chance. The next practice had not gone five minutes before Phillips called to Judd. "Billings, come over here. I want you to fill in at left guard on the varsity." "I'm sorry, sir, but can't you put me in some other position?" "I'm afraid that is impossible, Billings. Tell me, what is your reason for not wishing to play left guard?" Judd was silent. Coach Phillips saw a strange light in the boy's eyes. He stepped over, laid a friendly hand on Judd's rugged shoulder. "Well?" "... It's like this," Judd began, softly, "That's Cateye's position. He,--he's the best friend I've got. The fellows think I'm just a rube, but I--I appreciate a pal like Cateye. I ... I'd give my life for him any day,--but take his position,--well--I just can't, sir!" Coach Phillips was deeply touched. Here was loyalty in a deeper sense than he had ever seen it before. If Judd could only be taught the same sense of loyalty toward his college! Judd shifted his feet, restlessly; he was slightly embarrassed. He had planned to quit abruptly if asked to take Cateye's place and the fact that he had confessed to the coach his reason for not wanting the position made Judd a trifle indignant. For at least a full minute neither one spoke.