Bobbsey.
Bert and Harry decided that they had caught enough fish now, so they
pulled in their lines, and soon the Bluebird was moving slowly up the
creek, toward Lake Romano, though it would be a day or so before the
Bobbseys reached it.
As the houseboat went past the wire fence, which had been cut, the
twins and their cousins looked at it in wonder. Only the posts stood
there now, and there was room enough between them for the houseboat to
pass. A little way back from the shore stood Mr. Hardee.
"I'm not going to let every boat go past that wants to!" he called to
Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll let you through, as a favor to Mr. Murphy, but I'm
not going to have a whole lot of them sailin' up and down my creek!"
"Just as if it would hurt the water," said Bert, in a low voice.
They were all glad when a turn of the stream hid Mr. Hardee from
sight. The mean farmer evidently thought he had not been unpleasant
enough, for he ran after the houseboat a little way, crying:
"If you see anything of that good-for-nothing boy of mine, I want you
to tell him to come back here, or it will be the worse for him."
"We're not likely to see him," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"I don't know about that," went on the farmer. "I believe you folks
know something about him."
"That's all nonsense!" said Mr.
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