CHAPTER IX
ABOUT ATHLETIC CONTESTS
"You stole those things, you!" gasped Dave. He could scarcely utter the words. He shrank back a step or two, and his face was filled with horror.
"Yes, I did it," came from Shadow Hamilton.
"But—but—oh, Shadow, you must be fooling! Surely, you didn't really go to work and—and" Try his best, Dave could not finish.
"I stole the things; or, rather, I think I had better say I took them, although it amounts to the same thing. But I don't think I am quite as bad as you suppose."
"But, if you took them, why didn't you return them? You have had plenty of time."
"I would return them, only I don't know where the things are."
"You don't know? What do you mean?"
"I'll have to tell you my whole story, Dave. Will you listen until I have finished?"
"Certainly."
"Well, to start on, I am a great dreamer and, what is more, I occasionally walk in my sleep."
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