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"You may take my line," offered Freddie. "I'm tired of fishing." I think perhaps Freddie grew weary because he had had no bites. That one fish he had caught, and which had caused so much excitement, seemed to be all he could get. That one was still alive in the glass dish, which Bert had made into sort of an aquarium.
My name is Herbert Russell, but they call me Bert, for short." "Thank you," said Winwood, and was just about to go down the garden walk between Madge and little Tom, when the whole party was stopped by a faint boo-hooing, in a soft and timid voice, a short distance up the street. "'Tis Fanny," cried Mrs. Faringfield, affrightedly, and ran out from the garden to the street.
"Well, here's where it stood," said Bert, as he looked at the round, wet mark on the porch where the freezer had set. He flashed his torch on it, and then cried out: "And look, boys, here are some spots of water that must have leaked from the wooden tub that holds the tin freezer. See, the water has dripped down on each step! This is the way they carried off our ice cream."
Only once did he speak of the Witcher Place that night, and then it was to say: "Perry that's that old chap's name said that he would be in this week, at the office. I'll bet he doesn't come." "No, I don't suppose he will," Nancy said. "I impressed it on his son that it meant something, to me, to have him ask for me, if he DID come," said Bert, then.
The Bobbseys watched their cousin with interest as she fastened all the bright buckles and put the straps together, harnessing the donkeys. Bert helped so readily that he declared he would do all the harnessing thereafter. The cart was one of those pretty, little basket affairs, with seats at the side, and Bert was very proud of being able to drive a team.
A merry-go-round some one said. I thought perhaps some men owning one of those traveling affairs had heard about our picnic and had come here to set up a machine. We don't want anything like that." "No," agreed Mr. Bobbsey with a smile. "We don't. I'll go see about it," and off he went, followed by Bert.
He spoke before he thought, thus admitting his guilt and Dodge's. "You idiot!" hissed Bert. "You're both of you idiots," retorted the captor, who had now released both young men. "Besides being a mean, detestable trick, it's as old as the world. That red-pepper trick was invented by some stupid lout who lived thousands of years before the Flood."
But no one believed that, for Danny was known to have a grudge against Bert, and that was reason enough for trying to throw the blame on our little hero. But Bert was soon cleared, for, a little later, when Mr.
"See, he's paid him, an' some of the judges is willin' an' some are beefin'. An' now that other gang's going up they're Redhead's." He turned to Saxon with a reassuring smile. "We're well out of it this time. There's goin' to be rough stuff down there in a minute." "The judges are tryin' to make him give the money back," Bert explained. "An' if he don't the other gang'll take it away from him.
But Bert either looked more closely than did his sister or else he knew more about Indians. For after a second glance he cried: "They aren't Indians! They're cowboys! Hello, there!" cried the boy. "Will you please show us the way to the house on Three Star ranch?" Some of the leading cowboys pulled up their horses, and stopped on hearing this call.
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