"Who was that we heard tooting the mouth organ?" demanded Johnson, editor of the Bartlett College Weekly.
"Rube's the guilty man," betrayed Pole, anxious to have another share his sorrows. "If they ask you to play, Rube, don't do it! I wouldn't play before such an unappreciative audience."
"Come on, Rube, give us some music!"
"No, I reckon I've made noise enough for one evening," replied Judd, shyly.
"Just one tune, please!"
Judd looked at Cateye questioningly.
"Go ahead," grinned Cateye, "Drive 'em out, Judd!"
Judd picked up the mouth organ.
"What'll I play?"
"Oh,—anything!"