“Do they expect us?” asked Nan.
“Oh, surely,” said her father. “Hold the light steady, Bert.”
The Bobbsey twin lad did as requested, and after a little examination, his father exclaimed:
“I see what the trouble is—a loose wire on a spark plug! That’s easily fixed. We’ll be traveling on again in a few minutes.”
And so they were. Once the wire was fastened in place, the automobile could go again. Bert and his father got back in, there was a chugging and throb of the motor, and off they went through the woods, the two headlights gleaming along the dark road in the midst of the trees.
“I wish we could have arrived by daylight,” said Mr. Bobbsey, as he carefully steered the car. “Cedar Camp looks ever so much better then.”
“I’m glad to get here at all—so we don’t have to stay out in the woods all night,” said Mrs. Bobbsey.
“It would be fun to be out in the woods all night—if owls didn’t bite you—wouldn’t it, Flossie?” asked Freddie.
“Yes, I guess maybe,” answered the little girl. “But I’d rather be in our camp an’ have something to eat.”
“I guess I would, too,” agreed Freddie.