"I tell you, I'm walkin' in my sleep," declared Glass for the
twentieth time.
"_Caramba!_ You try for get away," stormed the Mexican.
"Pig!"
"Not a bit like it! I've been a sonnambulust ever since I'm a
baby."
"Why didn't you answer when we called?" Cloudy demanded.
"How can I talk when I'm sound asleep?"
"If you couldn't hear us call, why did you run?"
"Now have a little sense, pal. A sleep-walker don't know what
he's doin'."
"Since there's no harm done, you'd better all go back to bed,"
Chapin advised. "Mr. Glass has the liberty of the ranch, boys,
night or day, asleep or awake."
"Looks to me like he was tryin' to elope some." Stover balanced
upon one bare foot, and undertook to remove a sand-burr from the
other. In the darkness he seemed supernaturally tall, so that
Glass hastened to strengthen his story.
"I was walkin' in my sleep as nice as you please when those
rummies lep' on me. Say! You know that's dangerous; you can kill
a guy wakin' him up so sudden."
"There's easier ways than that," spoke Willie from the gloom.
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