Bobbsey.
"And you've been on board ever since?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"Yes, sir. I hid down in the 'hold,' as you call it. Then when I got
hungry, I found a loose board, so I could get into the closet. Then at
night I would come out and get things to eat and a little water or
milk to drink. I didn't mean any harm."
"No, I'm sure you did not," the twins' father said. "Well, I'm glad
Bert found you," he went on, as Bert and Harry told how they had kept
watch. "So it was you who took the things, and who made the noises
that frightened Dinah?"
"Yes, but I didn't mean, to scare her," Will said. "That day I got my
hand caught in the loose board, and it hurt so, and I felt so bad that
I--I cried. That was what she heard, I guess."
"You poor boy!" said Mrs. Bobbsey again.
"And--and did you see any rats in the cellar?" asked Freddie, who was
moving about in his little night dress.
"No," answered Will, "I didn't see any rats. It was bad enough in the
dark place, without any rats."
"Well, I guess your troubles are over, for a time," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"We'll fix you up a bed, and then I'll have a talk with you about this
miner uncle of yours."
Will finished his warm milk, and ate some bread and cake--the same he
had taken from Dinah's kitchen. He had gone in there and taken it, but
Harry had not heard him, for Harry had fallen asleep.
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