“Well, here we are, then. Cedar Camp!” suddenly cried Mr. Bobbsey, and, almost before the twins knew it, the car had turned from the dense woods and was in a clearing, or place where many trees were chopped down.
Around the clearing were many log cabins, and inside some of them, and outside others, lanterns were glowing, so the place was quite light, compared to the darkness of the forest.
“Cedar Camp!” cried Bert. “Is this it?”
“Yes,” his father answered. “Here we are—a little late, but better late than never! Now to find our cabin.”
He guided the car into the midst of the clearing, and the children could see the various cabin doors opening and men and women looking out.
“That you, Mr. Bobbsey?” a voice called.
“Yes, Jim Denton,” was the answer. “We’re here!”
“Thought maybe you’d given up and wouldn’t get here until to-morrow,” the voice went on.
As the car stopped the Bobbsey twins saw a tall, lanky man, wearing rough clothes, but whose face had a kind smile and whose blue eyes looked laughingly at them. He stood at the side of the car, peering in.
“We did have a little trouble,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “And one of your owls seemed to think we hadn’t any right in the woods. But here we are!”