"I wonder if this is our street after all?" he asked himself. "Let me see, we are the sixth tent from the top. Or is it the seventh? Six one way and seven the other, I guess. Wait till I see."
Then he went on, counting the tents one by one till he came to the sixth from the start.
The flap was thrown back, and Billy made up his mind that he was at the right one and went in.
When he found his cot, however, he found some one on it.
"H'm! that's young J.W., and I must not awaken him," he muttered.
As a natural consequence his own cot must be just opposite Jesse
W.'s, and he turned and went in that direction.
To his surprise he found the other cot occupied also.
"Hello, who is that?" asked Harry Dickson.
"It's me," said Billy. "I guess I must have got in the wrong tent. Have I been walking in my sleep?"
"How should I know?" laughed Harry. "You are in the wrong tent, that's all I do know. Arthur and I have this tent. Aren't you in with young Jesse W. Smith?"