Bobbsey. "It's a good thing we're here!"
With a piece of board he soon scattered the dirt until he came to
Freddie's head. Fortunately the little fellow was covered with only a
few inches of the soil, and as a piece of brush had fallen over his
face, he had had no trouble in breathing. He was rather badly
frightened, however, when he was dug out, little the worse, otherwise,
for his adventure.
"What did you do it for?" asked his father, when he and his mother had
brushed the dirt from the little chap, while the other children
gathered around to look on.
"I--I was making a cave, same as Robinson Crusoe did," Freddie
explained. "I dug it with a board in the sand, and I went in--I mean,
I went in the cave, and it--it came down--all of a sudden."
"Well, don't do it again," cautioned his mother. "You might have been
badly hurt."
They finished their visit on the island, and went back on board the
Bluebird again. Snap, who always went with them on these little
excursions, bounded on deck, and then made a rush for the kitchen, for
he was hungry, and he knew Dinah generally had a bone, or something
nice for him.
Mr. Bobbsey, who was following close behind Snap, was surprised to see
the dog come to a sudden stop in the passageway between the kitchen
and dining-room. Snap growled, and showed his teeth, as he did when
some savage dog, or other enemy, was near at hand.
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