his chum's brawny
shoulders.

"Naw!" growled Judd, disgustedly, "Just anxious for fear I won't get a
chance to play tomorrow."

The singing and yelling did not cease until after eleven o'clock but
two hours before this time Coach Phillips made sure that every football
man was snugly stowed away in bed. Judd dropped off to sleep
immediately upon retiring, but nothing short of chloroform could have
caused Cateye to lose consciousness while the din kept up. His mind
was too occupied with the trend of coming events.

As the last song was sung and the last yell was yelled Cateye delved
into the mysteries of slumberland.

For two hours his rest was undisturbed. But after this came more
interruptions. Cateye awoke with a start. The same sort of chill
crept up his spine as on the night of Judd's arrival. This time,
however, Cateye sensed at once just what had produced the sensation.
Judd was talking in his sleep again. It was his first offense since
that memorable night so long ago.

"Gimme that ball! ... No, I'm not hurt! Jes' gimme the ball an' I'll
take her across! ... Signals over! That's it! My number. Look out,
there!"

The talking stopped and Judd began to grind his teeth, an unpleasant
sound, especially at night. This was too much for Cateye. He bounded
out of bed and switched on the light. At the same moment Judd came out
of his nightmare by emitting a loud groan and kicking the bed free of
covers.

"What's the matter?" gasped Cateye.

"Oh, nothin'," grinned Judd, sleepily, "I only made a touchdown."

Cateye crawled back into bed, shivering from the aftermath. Judd soon
began to snore regularly showing what little effect the scoring of a
touchdown had upon him. After listening to the hoarse rumble for a few
minutes Cateye buried his head in a pillow and muttered to himself:
"Oh, for a maxim silencer!" Despite the snores he soon fell asleep and
did not awaken until late Thanksgiving morning.

By noon of the eventful day an enormous crowd of people had gathered,
representing loyal rooters and supporters of the respective colleges,
Bartlett and Pennington, as well as those impartial to either team, who
were attracted for sheer love of the game itself.

The college grounds shone with bobbing pennants and colors; the Red and
Blue of Pennington; the Black and Gold of Bartlett. Outside the gate
to the gridiron at one o'clock a great throng of football enthusiasts
clamored for entrance.

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