"Rube is some boy!"
Benz turned about and walked away. "Rube again!" he muttered, angrily.
"The lucky stiff!"
* * * * *
Cateye came to with a start, looked about and saw Judd.
"For the love of mud, Judd, never choke me like that again. Why,—you almost killed me!"
"Choke you, Cateye? I never choked you!" protested Judd, "You were in a fire, pal, an' the only thing I did was to shove you out the window."
"Fire! Where? When?" Cateye sat up, then laid back again, weakly.
"About three quarters of an hour ago. A little smudge at the dorm.
You were suffocated,—"
"So you didn't choke me after all," said Cateye, much relieved, feeling of his throat. "My, that was an awful dream! Gee! I smell like a piece of smoked ham! Say, who are those guys?" indicating the fellows on the other cots, over whom Doctor Bray was still working.
"Pole, Potts, and Lawton," replied the doctor, "Your room and theirs was the nearest to the fire and you got the direct benefit of the smoke. They're beginning to come around though. Lucky some of you weren't killed!"