"How do you stand it?"
"I don't stand it; I put up with it."
"Surely you don't intend to keep that rube as a room-mate! Why, that'll make you the laughing stock of the college. The idea of rooming with a guy that plows fields in his sleep. Deucedly funny. Bah!"
"He struck rocks, too!"
"When? Where?"
"Plowing that field of his."
"Well, I hope he strikes a boulder to-night and breaks his plow so he can't work any more. Either you get rid of that guy or I'll change my room!"
"Go ahead,—change your room!" Cateye looked at Pole defiantly.
"I will, if that nut starts to thunder again tonight!"
Pole departed with a vicious stride, giving one the resemblance of a man on stilts.