ht he was tight as a clam.

"Can't say," replied Judd, grinning, "Don't know, rather," he added
when he saw Cateye's puzzled look.

"Judd," reprimanded Cateye, "I feel like I was some sort of guardian
over you. Remember, Benz hasn't gotten even with you yet and every
move you make just heaps so many more coals on the fire!"

"I reckon I can take care of myself," drawled Judd, doubling up two
rock-like fists. "Good-bye!"

CHAPTER XIII

AN IMPRACTICAL JOKE

Pretty Falls river was a good quarter of a mile from Bartlett College.
It was wide and deep and swift! Unhappily for lovers of canoe riding
the river possessed too many little falls or jagged, protruding rocks,
to make this sport safe. However, there were certain swimming holes
which were popular in the late spring and summer weather.

On this particular moonlight night, although the air was chilly, every
member of the Bartlett second team gathered for a celebration near the
bank of the Pretty Falls. The first arrivals had built a huge bonfire
and the entire squad crowded around it. Speeches and music of all
sorts seemed to be the main program of the evening.

While the seconds were, as they thought, secretly enjoying themselves,
Benz was busy about the campus plotting their destruction. In some
mysterious way the news of the would-be celebration had leaked out. It
was easy to get some fifty students to co-operate with him in the
scheme. In fact, most of the first team were so enthusiastic over the
idea that they led the army on the march to attack the unsuspecting
scrubs.

McCabe was last speaker and he was discoursing highly upon the merits
of the second team, the honors that it had won, et cetera.

"Gentlemen," said McCabe, "To-day has marked a great day in the history
of the second football team. Well may we say with Caesar, 'I came; I
saw; I conquered.' We sent the enemy home with drooping heads,
flushing with shame! Their retreat to the locker room was the saddest
sight I ever hope to witness. The tears shed by the vanquished would
have kept Noah's ark afloat for thirty years. It is with sincere
regret that I order the camp fire to be smothered; the arms to be
stacked; and the last bugle call to be sounded. We are out of
provisions. We must retreat, ... hey! Beat it, fellows! We are
discovered!"

With wild whoops and yells the foe, half a hundred strong, charged down
upon the unprepared enemy. McCabe didn't stop to review hi