Go back where you come from. You can't go through to Lake
Romano this way!"
Mr. Bobbsey turned and looked at the wire fence. It certainly was a
strong one, and the farmer and his hired men had worked well during
the night. It was far enough off from where the Bluebird then was so
that the pounding on the posts, to drive them into the mud of the
creek bottom, was not heard.
"Well, I guess there's nothing for us to do but to go back," said Mr.
Bobbsey. He felt very sorry, when he saw the looks of disappointment
on the faces of the twins and their cousins.
"Papa," said Freddie again, "if I had one of those wire-cutter things,
I could snip that wire like the telephone men did."
"Yes, but we haven't one, little fat fireman, and we would have no
right to use it if we had," said Mr. Bobbsey. "No, I must think of
some other way."
"It's too bad," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I wonder what has become of that
poor runaway boy?" she asked.
"I don't know," answered Mr. Bobbsey. But, had he only known it, Will
Watson was nearer than any one suspected.
CHAPTER XIV
OFF AGAIN
"What are we going to do?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, as she stood at the
side of her husband on the deck of the houseboat. Mr. Bobbsey was
looking at the wire fence, as though trying to find a way to get past
it--either under it, or over it, or to one side or the other of it.
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