"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."