"I wish we could take this machine to Meadow Brook Farm with us," said
Bert, as they neared the lumber yard of Mr. Mason, with whom Mr.
Bobbsey had business that day.
"We can ride in one of Uncle Daniel's carriages," said Freddie. "Or
maybe I can ride horse-back. That would be fun!" he cried, his bright
eyes sparkling.
"It's fun--if you don't fall off," Bert said.
As the automobile passed around a curve in the road, where the lake
could be seen stretching out its sparkling waters in the bright sun,
Bert suddenly uttered a cry, and pointed ahead.
"Look!" he exclaimed. "There are two little girls drifting out in that
boat, and they don't seem to know how to row to shore."
Mr. Bobbsey steered the machine down to the edge of the lake, over the
grass at one side of the road. As he did so he and the two boys heard
voices faintly calling:
"Help!! Help! Oh, somebody please come and get us!"
"I'll get them--I can row, and there's another boat on shore," said
Bert, pointing to a craft drawn up on the sand.
"I guess I'd better go out--you stay with Freddie," directed the
lumber merchant, as he brought the automobile to a stop, and jumped
out.
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