Then the older boy’s voice died away and Freddie was left alone, outside the pirate’s cave.
CHAPTER XXI
FLOSSIE’S TARTS
Freddie Bobbsey was a resourceful little lad for his age. It was not the first time he and Bert had gone exploring together, nor the first time something had happened. So now, instead of rushing into the small cave after his brother, as many boys or girls might have done, Freddie turned to hurry back to his father and mother.
“I’ll go and get somebody to help you, Bert!” he called. “Maybe if I went in I’d fall too, ’cause it looks dark! I’ll get help!”
Bert did not answer, and this made Freddie fear lest something serious had happened. But even then he knew the best thing to do was to bring help as quickly as possible.
Back he hurried to the others, running all the way. Mrs. Bobbsey could tell by the look on her small son’s face and by his manner that something unusual had taken place.
“Where’s Bert?” she quickly asked, for she remembered that the two boys had gone into the deeper part of Buttermilk Glen together.
“He’s in the pirate’s cave!” answered Freddie, panting for breath. “He hollered something about falling down and then he didn’t holler any more and I came back to tell you!”
Instantly there was great excitement.