"
Thede continued to move toward the window, walking with his hands
outstretched, as the somnambulist frequently walks.
When the boy reached the window he staggered back as if from a
blow, then moved forward again, as if bent on leaving the cabin by
way of the narrow opening.
Will raised himself in the bunk, drew an automatic from under his
pillow, and fired point blank at the glass. There was a crash and
the cabin grew cloudy with powder smoke.
Thede sat down on the floor abruptly and began rubbing his eyes.
"I guess I walked in my sleep," he said. "I do sometimes."
The shot had awakened Tommy and Sandy, who came bounding to the
floor.
"What'd you shoot at?" they asked.
"The Little Brass God!"
"I guess you've got the Little Brass God on the brain!'' grinned
Sandy.
"Yes," Tommy cut in, "you've gone and busted a perfectly good pane
of glass when there isn't another one within a hundred miles."
"Did you hit any one?" George called feebly from the bunk.
"I don't know!" replied Will. "I'm going out to see in a minute."
But Tommy and Sandy were out of the door and chasing around the
corner of the house before Will could disentangle himself from the
blanket.
Instead of passing outside, then, he stepped over to the window and
looked out.
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