it was a burglar, a nightmare, or what it was. I think I'd better
go back to bed. Being out in the air may have done me a lot of good,
but I guess I've had enough of it."

With this conclusion he set out upon his return, but when he reached
the line of tents was not certain whether he was in the right one
or not, and began studying the appearance of things as much as he
could by the very uncertain light.

"I wonder if this is our street after all?" he asked himself. "Let
me see, we are the sixth tent from the top. Or is it the seventh?
Six one way and seven the other, I guess. Wait till I see."

Then he went on, counting the tents one by one till he came to the
sixth from the start.

The flap was thrown back, and Billy made up his mind that he was at
the right one and went in.

When he found his cot, however, he found some one on it.

"H'm! that's young J.W., and I must not awaken him," he muttered.

As a natural consequence his own cot must be just opposite Jesse
W.'s, and he turned and went in that direction.

To his surprise he found the other cot occupied also.

"Hello, who is that?" asked Harry Dickson.