himself. "And if I catch the fellow who salted my hash"
He slipped into part of his clothing, and, taking the water pitcher, made his way through the hall way to the nearest of the bathrooms. Here he obtained the coldest drink possible, and then, filling the pitcher, started to return to dormitory No. 12.
As he neared the dormitory, he saw somebody pass along the other end of the hallway. It was a boy, fully dressed, and with a cap set back on his head.
"Shadow Hamilton!" he murmured, as the boy passed close to a dimly burning hall light. "Now, what is he up to?"
He put down his pitcher and stole forward, until he was directly behind Shadow. Then, of a sud den, he beheld the boy swing around and put out his hands, feeling for the rail of a rear stairs. Shadow Hamilton was fast asleep.
"He is doing some more of his sleep-walking!" thought Dave. "Now, what had I best do?"
There was no time to think long, for the sleep walker was already descending the back stairs slowly and noiselessly. Dave hurried into the dormitory, set down the pitcher, and aroused Roger, who was nearest to him.
"Come, quick!" he whispered. "Slip on your clothes, and don't make any noise."
"Oh, I'm too sleepy for fun!" murmured Roger.
