The doors were still open when Leonard reached Haylow, but ten o’clock struck just as he was climbing the stairs. In Number 12 the light was burning and in the bed at the left Slim was fast asleep, a magazine spread open across his chest. Leonard set about preparing for slumber with stealthy movements. Perhaps he need not have taken so much trouble, though, for when he inadvertently knocked a French dictionary from the corner of the table and it fell with a slam loud enough to make him jump an inch off the floor Slim didn’t even stir. It was not until Leonard was in his pajamas that his gaze happened on a half-sheet of paper pinned squarely in the middle of his pillow. He held it to the light and read: “If I’m asleep when you return Then wake me up, I pray, For there is something that I yearn 2 you 2 night 2 say.” Leonard smiled and turned doubtfully toward the sleeper. It seemed too bad to awaken him. Whatever it was that he had to tell could doubtless wait for morning. Still, Slim never had any trouble getting to sleep, and so-- “Wake up, Slim!” Leonard shook him gently. Slim slumbered on. “_Slim!_ Here, snap out of it! _Hi, Slim!_” Slim muttered and strove to slip away from the rough, disturbing grasp. “No, you don’t! You wanted to be waked up, and I’m going”--shake--“to wake you up”--shake--“if it takes all night!” Slim opened his eyes half an inch and observed Leonard with mild interest. Then: “That you, General?” he muttered. “Yes.” “Good night.” “Hold on! What was it you wanted to say to me, you silly coot?” “Huh?” “Come awake a minute. You left a note on my pillow--something you wanted to say to me--remember?” “Yes,” answered Slim sleepily. “Well, say it then!” “I did. That was it.” “What was it?” “‘Good night.’” Slim turned his back and pulled the clothes up over his ears. CHAPTER XIV MR. CADE MAKES AN ENTRY The next afternoon when Leonard clumped down the steps of the gymnasium clad for practice a gust of cold air swept around the corner from the north-west and reminded him that November was two days old. The sky was gray and clouds sailed low overhead. Fallen leaves played prankishly along the walks and eddied into quiet harbors about the buildings. After the warm, moist air of the locker room the outdoor world felt chill indeed, and Leonard, trudging briskly toward the gridiron, rolled his hands in the edge of his old sweater. It was a day, though, that made the blood move fast and called for action. Leonard, to use his own phrase, felt full of “pep.” They couldn’t work a fellow too hard or too fast on such an afternoon.