"And so it was a stowaway boy, and not rats or ghosts or anything else
that was the mystery," said Mrs. Bobbsey, when everything once more
quiet on the Bluebird.
"That's what it was," her husband said "Bert was real smart to sit up
and watch."
"And he never told us a thing about it."
"Oh, he wanted to surprise us," laughed Mr. Bobbsey.
"And didn't I see you, the time I fell overboard?" asked Flossie,
looking at Will.
"I think you did," he laughed. "I happened to put my head out of a
ventilating hole just as you looked. I pulled it in again, soon
enough, though. I hope I didn't scare you."
"Not very much," Flossie said. "I was sure I saw you, but nobody else
would believe me."
Snap soon made friends with the new boy. It was Will, hiding behind
the closet wall, that had made the dog act as though a rat were there.
I must bring my story to a close, now that the mystery is explained.
And, really, there is little else to tell. Will had, in the little
bundle of things he had brought away from Mr. Hardee's with him, the
address of a man he thought knew where the miner uncle was. Mr.
Bobbsey wrote several letters, and, in due time, word came back that
Will's uncle was well off now, and would look after him. His name was
Mr. Jackson. He had lost track of Will for some years and had just
begun a search for him, when Mr.
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