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Scarcely had Hardy, Turner, and Legs left the premises that eventful morning when Jimmy opened his eyes, blinked them in the sun's rays, and, sitting up between the sheets, looked about him. There lay Cat on his back, mouth open, still far away in dreamland. Legs's cot, on the other hand, displayed the narrow mould of his form, but nothing more substantial. Except for Miller's heavy breathing, an uncanny silence pervaded the house.

"Eh, Sleeping Beauty," yelled the tormentor, partly from that boy instinct for raising the roost when not asleep one's self. "You blue-eyed Catfish, wake up there, hear me?"

To lend force to his command he hurled his pillow with deliberate aim at the sleeper. Either the yell or the pillow or both had the effect. Cat's eyes popped open on the instant.

"Confound you, Jimmy Todd, what'd you wake me up for when I was right that second 102