atively as spokes, led the way to the outer rim which
consisted of a wide, circular walk passing entirely about the edge of
the grounds. All of the college buildings were grouped about this
large circle so that they were readily accessible from any point on the
campus. One needed only to select the spoke leading up to the building
he wished to visit and a few minutes walk would take him there. Great
elm trees, whose foliage and limbs so beautifully shaded the well kept
grounds, made the campus a place to be admired by students and visitors
alike.

The next morning, after his eventful night, Cateye was hurrying to
chapel when someone hailed him from behind.

"I say, Cateye! Wait a minute, will you?"

It was Pole's voice and Cateye turned about questioningly.

"Well, what is it?"

"Do you mind telling me what that noise was I heard in your room last
night? You know my room is right next to yours, ..."

"Noise! What noise?" queried Cateye, forgetting himself for the moment.

"That's _just_ it! _What_ noise? It sounded like the distant rumbling
of thunder. In fact it was so realistic that I got up and shut my
window to keep the rain from beating in before I tumbled to the fact
that the manufactured product was coming from your room!"

"Oh!" laughed Cateye, a light beginning to dawn, "That's only Judd; he
snores."

"Snores! Great guns, he booms! Why, I'd have sworn the walls shook
last night. And say,--does he do anything else?"

"Talks some," admitted Cateye, reluctantly.

"Indeed!" scoffed Pole, making a beautiful pair of arches with his
eyebrows. "I'll say he talks some! In fact if he talks some more
tonight,--well, tell him to BEWARE,--that's all!"

"You can hardly blame a man for making some disturbance who plows a
three acre field in one night," grinned Cateye.

"Is that what he did?"

"Yes,--in his sleep."

"How do you stand it?"

"I don't stand it; I put up with it."

"Surely you don't intend to keep that rube as a room-mate! Why,
that'll make you the laughing stock of the college. The idea of
rooming with a guy that plows fields in his sleep. Deucedly funny.
Bah!"

"He struck rocks, too!"

"When? Where?"

"Plowing that field of his."

"Well, I hope he strikes a boulder to-night and breaks his plow so he
can't work any more. Either you get rid of that guy or I'll change my
room!"

"Go ahead,--change your room!" Cateye looked at Pole defiantly.

"I will, if that nut