"Have I—er—really been walking in my sleep?" asked Tom, sheepishly.
"Doesn't this look like it?"
"Why, where am I?"
"Up the lake shore. We missed you and hurried out to find you. You were just going to run into the lake when I grabbed you."
"Was he really walking in his sleep?" asked Sam.
"Yes, unless he was shamming," answered his elder brother.
"I wasn't shamming," stammered poor Tom. "I—er—I was dreaming about a ball game, and I was—er—trying to make a home run! Say, this is punky, isn't it?" he added, staring at the crowd, blankly.
"It's a good thing Dick came up in time," said Sam. "Supposing you had run into the lake."
"Oh, I guess the bath would have woke him up," said Dick. "But I am mighty glad I stopped him," he added.
"You're not more glad than I am," said Tom. "I guess I ate too much supper. I couldn't sleep at all at first."
"I guess you had better chain yourself fast in the tent after this," remarked Fred. "Dick, it was lucky you woke up."
"Something pressed me on the ankle. It's a
