"I got up, made a light, and found you gone—and the berth made up as if you hadn't used it." Dave paused and looked at his chum, who had just lit up.
"Well—er—I might as well tell you. I must have been walking in my sleep," stammered Roger, and got red. "I'm as bad as Shadow Hamilton."
"Well, I hope you didn't steal anything, as he did," added Dave hastily, referring to an unfortunate incident already well known to my old readers.
"I don't think I did—but I don't know where I went."
"You made up your bed, too."
"Did I? That's queer."
"And you don't know where you went at all, Roger?"
"No, I haven't the slightest idea."
"Were you dreaming?"
"I think I was—I'm not sure. It was something about Nick Jasniff—he was trying to take something from me and I got afraid of him. That is all I can remember."
"I thought I heard you scream—when the vessel gave that awful lurch a few minutes ago."
"That woke me up, and I found myself in one of the passageways not far from here. I was dazed by the tumble I received, but got back here all right."
