ere can he be?" And
then he called out loudly: "Roger! Roger Morr! Where are you?"

The boat continued to toss and pitch, and now Dave had all he could do
to keep his feet. When he reached the entrance to the main deck he was
stopped by one of the under officers.

"Too rough to go out there."

"I am looking for my friend," answered Dave, and told of the
disappearance of the senator's son.

"Perhaps he's walking in his sleep," suggested the officer.

"That may be it!" cried Dave. "Queer I didn't think of it. He told me he
got up once in a great while."

"If he was walking in his sleep the lurching of the boat must have
awakened him--if he cried out. Maybe he went back to his stateroom,"
continued the ship's official.

"I'll go back and see."

Not without some difficulty Dave returned to his stateroom. The steamer
was pitching and tossing dreadfully, and the wind made a wild whistling
sound overhead. He heard the overturning of a table or a chair and the
crash of glassware.

"We are going to have a tough night of it," he reasoned. "Guess further
sleep will be out of the question."

Hoping he would find his chum in the stateroom, Dave returned to the
apartment. Here another surprise was in store for him. The door was
locked from the inside. He rapped loudly several times.

"Hello! Who's there?" came in a sleepy voice.

"Roger, is that you? Let me in."

"Dave, I declare! Why, I thought you were in your berth."

The senator's son came to the door and opened it. Dave entered the
stateroom, which was dark.

"Roger, where have you been?" he demanded.

"So you knew I went out, did you?" asked the senator's son, in a voice
that showed he was vexed. "I thought I went out and came back without
your knowing it. I thought you were still in your berth."

"I got up, made a light, and found you gone--and the berth made up as if
you hadn't used it." Dave paused and looked at his chum, who had just
lit up.

"Well--er--I might as well tell you. I must have been walking in my
sleep," stammered Roger, and got red. "I'm as bad as Shadow Hamilton."

"Well, I hope you didn't steal anything, as he did," added Dave hastily,
referring to an unfortunate incident already well known to my old
readers.

"I don't think I did--but I don't know where I went."

"You made up your bed, too."

"Did I? That's queer."

"And you don't know where you went at all, Roger?"

"No, I haven't the slightest idea."

"Were you dreaming?"