“Let go—I want to reach home plate!” growled the sleepwalker, and tried to break away.
“Tom! Tom! wake up!” cried Dick, and retaining a firm grip on his brother’s arm he shook him vigorously.
“Oh!” groaned Tom at last. “I—what—stop shaking me!” he added, in confusion.
“Wake up, Tom! Wake up!”
“I—er—I am awake! What are you shaking me for?” demanded the fun-loving Rover. He could see no fun in the present proceedings.
“Tom, you’ve been walking in your sleep,” said Dick. He raised his voice. “This way, fellows; I’ve found him!”
“Where is he?” and Sam came running, followed by Fred and Hans.
“Have I—er—really been walking in my sleep?” asked Tom, sheepishly.
“Doesn’t this look like it?”
“Why, where am I?”