Dick had gone up the shore, where the rocks were rather rough. As he came out on the point he heard a peculiar noise and then a yell.
"A home run! A home run!" reached his ears. "Everybody in the game!" And then, to his utter amazement, Tom appeared, running in a queer fashion. He was headed directly for the lake.
"He's asleep! He's got a nightmare!" thought Dick, and as Tom attempted to pass him he caught his brother by the arm.
"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 fhis 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.
