154 DAVE PORTER AND HIS CLASSMATES seen that Phil thought the trip an extra pleasant one.
"No use in talking; Mary Feversham is all right," he said to Dave, enthusiastically. " Finest girl I ever ran across."
"Phil, I'm afraid you're smitten," answered Dave, with a laugh. "You'll be dreaming about her next."
"Perhaps—I don't care if I do," was the reply, which showed that Phil was pretty far "gone" indeed. "But say," he went on, suddenly. "Talking about dreaming, I want to tell you something. Do you remember how Shadow Hamilton used to walk in his sleep?"
"I don't think anybody is liable to forget it," answered Dave, thinking of Shadow's theft, during his sleep-walking, of Doctor Clay's valuable collection of rare postage stamps as related in a previous volume of this series.
"Shadow is at it again—although not so bad as before."
"How do you know?" asked Ben.
"Because the other night I woke up and heard him getting something out of his trunk. He was at the trunk about ten minutes and then went to bed again. In the morning I asked him about it and he declared positively that he hadn't gotten up at all. He was much disturbed over what I told him."
