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He had come home earlier than usual from the lumberyard office, and his wife had told him that the children had gone down the street with Sam to look at the railroad wreck. "I'll go down and bring them back," said Mr. Bobbsey, "I heard about the wreck. It isn't as bad as at first they thought it was. No one was killed." "I'm glad of that," replied his wife.
Claire had only a blotched impression of peaked wooden buildings and squatty brick stores with faded awnings; of a red grain elevator and a crouching station and a lumberyard; then of the hopelessly muddy road leading on again into the country. She felt that if she didn't stop at once, she would miss the town entirely.
"Dear me! what shall we do?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "We can't possibly take Snoop with us, and we can't leave him here at the depot." "Harry will take Snoop back home in the auto," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Yes, give him to me I'll be careful of him," promised the young man from the lumberyard office, and Bert carried his pet over to the waiting automobile.
"But we were in one!" exclaimed Freddie. "So I heard. Well, I'm glad you weren't hurt. But I must begin to think of getting back to your lumberyard, I guess, Mr. Bobbsey." "No, you're going to live with us," declared Charley. "Part of the time you can spend on Three Star ranch with me, and the rest of the time you can live with Bill in the woods." "Well, that will suit me all right," said Mr.
They appeared to him ferocious, atavistic beasts as they broke into the lumberyard beneath his window to tear the cord-wood from the piles and rush out again, armed with billets....
Presently Pierre continued: Fingall was gentil; he would take off his hat to a squaw. It made no difference what others did; he didn't think it was like breathing to him. How can you tell the way things happen? Cynthie's father kept the tavern at St. Gabriel's Fork, over against the great saw-mill. Fingall was foreman of a gang in the lumberyard. Cynthie had a brother Fenn.
"He's found the tramp that took Miss Pompret's dishes," went on Bert, "and he's got them back daddy has and he's going to get the hundred dollars! That's it!" "Oh, I hardly think so," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a smile. "I don't believe daddy has caught any tramp." "They do sometimes sleep in the lumberyard," remarked Bert. "Yes, I know," agreed his mother.
Bert and Nan were sitting together, Nan being next to the window. Bert had, very politely, let his sister have that place, though he wanted it himself. However, before the first part of the journey was over there was a seat vacant on the other side of the car, and Bert took that. Then he, too, had a window. Bert and Nan noticed, as the train passed Mr. Bobbsey's lumberyard, Mr.
"They aren't twins, though," said Mr. Martin with a nod at Nan and Bert. "I think it's lovely to be a twin!" said Nell, with a smile at Nan. "Don't you have lots of fun?" "Yes, we do," Nan said. "I should think you could have fun in this lumberyard," remarked Billy Martin. "I'd like to live near it."
"The regular land apparatus is on hand," observed Ned, for they were now so near the fire that they could look down and, in the reflection from the blaze, could see engines, hose-wagons and hook and ladder trucks arriving and deploying to different places of advantage, from which to fight the lumberyard fire that was now a roaring furnace of flames. "No skyscraper work needed here," observed Tom.
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