Sam. "And if you did, please be kind enough to tell us where you put them."
"Oh, Sam! I really I don't think I did!" stammered the sleep-walker, in much confusion.
"The feast must have been too much for you, and it set you to sleep-walking," said Roger. "Now just see if you can't remember where you went with the shoes."
"The whole bunch must have made quite a load—all one fellow could carry," said Luke.
"Yes, and he'd have to put them in a box or a sheet at that," added Plum.
"Try to think real hard," suggested Roger.
"If he did it, it is funny that he took his own shoes, too," remarked Dave.
Poor Shadow was so confused he did not know what to say or do. He sat on the edge of the bed the picture of despair.
"I—I thought I was all over sleep-walking," he murmured. "The doctor at home was treating me all summer."
"One thing is certain—we can't stay up here all morning," burst out the senator's son. "I'm going to borrow a pair of shoes somewhere."
"So am I," added Dave. "We'll hunt for the missing shoes later on."
"Say!" burst out Shadow, half desperately. "You—you won't tell Doctor Clay about this, will you?"
