The Essential Edward Stratemeyer Collection. Stratemeyer Edward

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      The more Dave thought over the affair the more was he puzzled. As quickly as he could, he put on some of his clothing and slipped on his shoes. Then he opened the stateroom door and stepped out into the passageway leading to the main saloon.

      There was a dim light burning outside, and nobody appeared to be in sight. Dave looked up and down the passageway eagerly, and even stepped to one of the corners. Then he walked to the main saloon, with its big sofas and easy-chairs, and its grand piano. Not a soul was in sight anywhere.

      "Well, if this isn't the queerest yet," he murmured, and pinched himself, to make certain that he was not dreaming. He walked to one end of the saloon and then to the other, and then started for the stairs leading out on deck.

      At that moment there came an extra-heavy gust of wind and the steamer rocked violently. Dave was thrown on his side and fell headlong over the end of a sofa. As he went down he heard several cries, one in a voice that sounded familiar to him.

      "That must have been Roger," he told himself. "Where can he be?" And then he called out loudly: "Roger! Roger Morr! Where are you?"

      The boat continued to toss and pitch, and now Dave had all he could do to keep his feet. When he reached the entrance to the main deck he was stopped by one of the under officers.

      "Too rough to go out there."

      "I am looking for my friend," answered Dave, and told of the disappearance of the senator's son.

      "Perhaps he's walking in his sleep," suggested the officer.

      "That may be it!" cried Dave. "Queer I didn't think of it. He told me he got up once in a great while."

      "If he was walking in his sleep the lurching of the boat must have awakened him--if he cried out. Maybe he went back to his stateroom," continued the ship's official.

      "I'll go back and see."

      Not without some difficulty Dave returned to his stateroom. The steamer was pitching and tossing dreadfully, and the wind made a wild whistling sound overhead. He heard the overturning of a table or a chair and the crash of glassware.

      "We are going to have a tough night of it," he reasoned. "Guess further sleep will be out of the question."

      Hoping he would find his chum in the stateroom, Dave returned to the apartment. Here another surprise was in store for him. The door was locked from the inside. He rapped loudly several times.

      "Hello! Who's there?" came in a sleepy voice.

      "Roger, is that you? Let me in."

      "Dave, I declare! Why, I thought you were in your berth."

      The senator's son came to the door and opened it. Dave entered the stateroom, which was dark.

      "Roger, where have you been?" he demanded.

      "So you knew I went out, did you?" asked the senator's son, in a voice that showed he was vexed. "I thought I went out and came back without your knowing it. I thought you were still in your berth."

      "I got up, made a light, and found you gone--and the berth made up as if you hadn't used it." Dave paused and looked at his chum, who had just lit up.

      "Well--er--I might as well tell you. I must have been walking in my sleep," stammered Roger, and got red. "I'm as bad as Shadow Hamilton."

      "Well, I hope you didn't steal anything, as he did," added Dave hastily, referring to an unfortunate incident already well known to my old readers.

      "I don't think I did--but I don't know where I went."

      "You made up your bed, too."

      "Did I? That's queer."

      "And you don't know where you went at all, Roger?"

      "No, I haven't the slightest idea."

      "Were you dreaming?"

      "I think I was--I'm not sure. It was something about Nick Jasniff--he was trying to take something from me and I got afraid of him. That is all I can remember."

      "I thought I heard you scream--when the vessel gave that awful lurch a few minutes ago."

      "That woke me up, and I found myself in one of the passageways not far from here. I was dazed by the tumble I received, but got back here all right."

      "After this you had better tie yourself to the bed," was Dave's final remark, and then he turned in again and the light was again extinguished.

      But anything more than fitful dozes could not be had. The North Sea is well known for its violent storms during the winter months, and this one proved to be a "corker," as Dave called it afterwards. The waves were lashed into a tremendous fury, and some broke over the steamer's deck with terrific force, one carrying away a twenty-foot section of the forward rail. The high wind was accompanied by a snow that was as fine and hard as salt, and this sifted through every crack the windows and doors afforded.

      "No port to-day," said Dave; and he was right. To run close to the Norwegian coast in such a high wind, and with so much snow flying, was dangerous, and they had to remain for twenty-four hours longer at the entrance to Christiania Fjord--_fjord_ being the local name for bay.

      But at last the snow stopped coming down and the wind subsided a little, and the steamer headed up the bay to Drbak, located on the east shore of the harbor. Here there was a good deal of floating ice, and plowing among it were vessels of all kinds and sizes, all covered with ice and snow.

      "It's wintry enough up here, goodness knows," remarked Roger. "I wonder how far north Christiania is?"

      "I was looking it up on the map," answered Dave. "It is located about sixty degrees north, which is just about the latitude of the lower coast of Greenland."

      "What, as far north as that! No wonder it is cold."

      "Don't forget, Roger, that Norway is the Land of the Midnight Sun. At the far north they have a night lasting about three months."

      "Well, I don't want such a night as that, just yet."

      "No--you might do too much sleep-walking," and Dave grinned.

      "Oh, cut that out!" and the face of the senator's son grew red.

      "I shan't mention it again."

      Drbak is but a small place, containing less than twenty-five hundred inhabitants, but during the winter all the shipping of the fjord congregates there, and as a consequence the scene was a lively one. The boys were quickly landed, and then from one of the dock officials learned where they could get a train running to the capital. Their baggage had been examined and passed upon by the usual custom officials.

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