“So am I!” added Bert, as he followed his father.
By this time Freddie had “picked himself up,” as he said afterward, and discovered that he had stumbled over a broken box in the middle of the cabin floor. The little fellow was not hurt.
Also by this time Mrs. Bobbsey had reached for and turned on the flashlight her husband had left with her, so that she could see what had caused the commotion.
What she saw was Freddie standing with his “club” in his hand, ready to cast it on the embers, so there would be blaze enough to see what had caused the noise. But the gleam of the electric torch made Freddie’s brand unnecessary now.
“What is it, Freddie?” asked his mother. “Did you fall out of bed?”
“No, Mother, I didn’t fall out of bed,” answered the little lad. “I got out to make the fire brighter so I could see.”
“See what?” asked his father, who, by this time, had come into the log cabin, followed by Bert. “What did you want to see, little fireman? Tell me!”
“Little fireman” was a good name for Freddie in this case, as he was about to start the fire to blazing again.
“I wanted to see the noise,” stated Flossie’s brother.
“Ho! Ho!” laughed Bert. “You can’t see a noise.”