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"No!" answered Tom, shaking his head. "I was a little afraid of this. Not enough carbon dioxide in this mixture. I'll stick to the one I found most effective." For the flames, after momentarily dying down, burst out again in the spot where he had dropped the bomb. Tom wheeled the airship in a sharp, banking turn, and headed for the heart of the fire in the lumberyard.
He has a little money, but not much, and, as he is strong and healthy, he felt that he wanted to go to work. He has about given up, now, trying to find his two boys, William or Bill, as he usually called him and Charles, and what he wants is a home and some work by which he can make a living." "Where is he going to work?" asked Nan "He is going to work in my lumberyard," answered her father.
"But don't let Flossie and Freddie get so far away from you another time. They might have been hurt." Bert promised to look well after his little sister and brother, and then, having asked his mother if she wanted anything from the store, he said he was going down to his father's lumberyard. "What for?" asked Nan, as she saw him leaving. "Is it about the secret?"
I worked in Dumphy's tannery, got a few weeks' pay and a few other articles, and jumped out for fear of being arrested. I reached Syracuse and struck a job in McChesney's lumberyard, at $1.35 per day. I stayed in Syracuse quite a while and learned a little of the lumber business. I had quite a few adventures while there.
So I kicked my heels for hours in the Russian merchant's lumberyard, drinking innumerable cups of tea and refusing as many more, and getting light on several things. I had been told that the Russians have little of the Anglo-Saxon's race pride, but I did not suppose they ignored all other distinctions.
"He wants work, he says, and, as he knows something of the lumber trade and as he knew I had a lumberyard, he came to me." "But hasn't he any folks of his own?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey who, like the children, was listening to her husband. "He has two sons, but he doesn't know where they are," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "Did they get hurt in railroad wrecks?" asked Freddie.
The fence of the lumberyard was gay with theatre posters and illustrated advertisements of tobacco, whiskey, and patent baby foods. When the window was open, there was a constant clang and whirr of electric cars, varied by the screech of machinery, the clatter of empty wagons, or the rumble of heavy trucks.
"I like him!" declared Bert. "So do I," said Nan. "Come, children," said their mother, "it is time to go to school; and there goes Mr. Hickson to work in daddy's lumberyard!" The Bobbsey twins looked from the window and saw Hiram Hickson walking through the yard on his way from the garage. He had slept all night in the comfortable room in the former stable, where Dinah and Sam also lived.
"But the fire is certainly dying down," declared Mr. Baxter. And this was true. As container after container of the bomb type fell in different parts of the burning lumberyard, while Tom coursed above it, the flames began to be smothered in various sections.
So the older Bobbsey twins told all they knew concerning it from the time of having first heard about the wreck from Charley Mason until they came home accompanied by Hiram Hickson, who had been slightly hurt in the accident. "Is he all right now?" Danny Rugg wanted to know. "Oh, yes. He's gone to work in my father's lumberyard," explained Bert. "I'm going to stop in to see him this afternoon."
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