Pierson had read, somewhere, that it is never wise to disturb a sleepwalker, there being a risk that the sleepwalker, if aroused too suddenly, may suffer collapse from fright.
"I wonder what on earth old Haynesy can have on his mind?" pondered
Pierson. "Oh, well, whatever it is, it is no business of mine."
With that Pierson let his head return to his pillow.
"That did the trick for Prescott—-ha! ha!" muttered the turnback.
"What on earth did the trick, and what trick was it?" muttered watching Pierson, curious despite the admitted fact that it was all none of his business.
After a few moments more Haynes went back to his cot, pulled the sheet and a single blanket up over him, and became quiet.
"It wouldn't do any good to ask Haynesy anything about this," decided Pierson. "He won't remember anything about it in the morning."
So Pierson went to sleep again. When he awoke in the morning he was more than half inclined to believe that he had dreamed it all.
The general reviews were drawing toward their close. In two studies Haynes was making a poor showing, though he believed that he would pass.
Riding drills were being held daily now. Preparations were being made for the stirring exhibition of cavalry work that was to be shown before the Board of Visitors.