"But you can keep on talking to me, so that I won't fall asleep while I'm trying to dress." Slowly, at first, then more rapidly, Hazelton got his clothes on.

Pouring water into the basin he sopped a towel in it, then liberally applied it to his face.

The water waked him rapidly.
"Now, lead me forth to where duty calls," mimicked Harry.
"Run along out on to the porch," ordered Tom.

"I'll be there in a moment." Still yawning, Hazelton groped his way out into the hall, along the dark passage, and thence out into the night.

Some one stood there, and Harry walked curiously toward him.
"Howdy, whoever you are," was Hazelton's greeting.
"Halloo, Harry, old chum," came Dick Prescott's laughing answer.
"Dick Prescott!" gasped Harry delightedly.
"I suppose you think I might have waited until daylight," laughed Dick, as their hands met.
"I'm heartily glad you didn't wait," said Harry.