coming back. He was accompanied by Andrew Dale, the head teacher, who had stopped just long enough to get on some of his clothing.
"Where is he?" whispered Mr. Dale, as he came out in the wind and rain.
"There," answered Dave, and pointed out the form of the sleep-walker.
"Have you tried to speak to him? "
"No, I was afraid."
"Then, don't say a word till he comes down to a safer place."
After that the three watched Shadow Hamilton for several minutes while he continued his calculation and used the tape measure. Then they saw the sleep-walker wind up the measure.
"He is coming down!" whispered Phil, and he was right. Slowly Shadow climbed down from the gable roof and made his way toward the scuttle. He had taken but a few steps when suddenly he slipped and fell.
"Oh!" he cried, and looked around in bewilderment. "Where"
"Shadow!" cried Dave, and caught him by the arm. "You are all right, so don't worry."
"But where am I?" insisted the sleep-walker.
"On the roof."
"You have been walking in your sleep, Hamilton," explained Mr. Dale. "Come, let me help you down the ladder. You are soaked through,
