wever, 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."

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