b,..." (Here he addressed
his friend as though he were present), "That was the best thing you
ever did when you sent your green kid brother down to me. You knew how
I could help him if I would and you knew what an inspiration he would
be to me. This is a great old world and a great old college. What
would life be without real friendship? What would one do without,--"
but musing, he dropped off into the land of dreams.

* * * * *

The campus clock had tolled twelve very methodically and stopped for an
hour's rest. Cateye was still sleeping soundly but for some
unaccountable reason he was bothered with bad dreams. It seemed now as
if Judd had turned into a raving maniac, had grasped him by the throat
and was slowly, cruelly, choking him to death. Try as he might Cateye
could not shake that death grip off. Judd was grinning crazily and
saying: "That's one of my failin's; I always do grip too hard!"
Cateye's breath began to come in short, quick gasps. He tried his best
to cry out, to beg Judd to release him, but though his lips moved no
sound came forth. Cateye tried to get free, but failed, and lost
consciousness altogether.

Judd was also troubled in his sleep but his dreams were of a different
nature. It seemed to him as if all the flies in the Universe were
buzzing and crawling about on his face. They crept into his eyes and
mouth and even ventured up his nose. The more Judd fought to keep them
off the more numerous they became. Finally one big fly succeeded in
gaining entrance to Judd's mouth and buzzed down into his throat,
almost choking him. He coughed and sat bolt upright. It was hard for
him to think, to act, to breathe. Why! The room was full of smoke!
This discovery brought Judd to full consciousness with a jolt. He
bounded to his feet and rushed over to Cateye's bed.

"Cateye! Cateye! Wake up! The dorm's on fire! Quick!"

No answer.

"Cateye!"

The smoke was stifling. There was no time to waste. Judd reached over
and shook Cateye roughly. This not producing the desired affect he
pulled Cateye out of bed and dragged him to the door, shouting, "Fire!"
as loud as he could. From the lower floor his cries were answered and
a voice here and there took up the cry.

Judd opened the door into the hall but was met by such a blast of hot,
suffocating smoke that he quickly shut it again. What was to be done?
Cateye was unconscious; the hallway was black with