CHAPTER XIX—THE WILDCAT
Bert Bobbsey started off bravely enough from the cabin of Mrs. Bimby to go for help for the old woman, so that food might be taken to her bare cupboard.
“And I’ll have daddy bring a sled or something so Nan can ride home to camp on it,” thought Bert, as he trudged along through the snow. “It’s hard walking. I wish I had a pair of snowshoes.”
He had started away from the lonely cabin, as I told you two chapters back. With him he took a little package of lunch, not very much, for he felt sure he would soon reach Cedar Camp by following the line of the brook, nor was there much to be got from Mrs. Bimby’s bare cupboard. Even though much snow had fallen, Bert hoped the bed of the brook could be made out once he came to it. It lay some distance from the cabin, he thought.
The Bobbsey twin boy turned, after trudging a little way from the cabin, and waved his hand at Mrs. Bimby and Nan, who stood near a window watching him.
“Your brother is a brave little chap,” said Mrs. Bimby. “I do hope he finds help and brings it back to us.”
“I hope so, too; ’specially something for you to eat,” said Nan.
“Oh, well, we’ve a little of the rabbit left yet,” said the old woman. “But my tea is ’most gone, and I need it strong on account of my nerves. If it wasn’t for my rheumatiz I’d put on my things and go with Bert. I’d take you along, though I fear it’s going to snow more.”
“I hope it doesn’t before Bert gets back to camp,” Nan said. “I shouldn’t want him lost all alone.”
“Nor I, dearie,” crooned Mrs. Bimby. “But he’s a brave lad, and I trust he gets along all right. Though it has been a bad storm—a bad storm!” she muttered.