So the Bobbsey twins had to leave without it, and probably it was just as well, since the auto was quite filled as it was.
The sunshine gave plenty of light for Mr. Bobbsey to see to change the tire, and in a little while the travelers were riding along again after the night of adventure.
Midvale proved to be a pleasant little village. Here a stop was made to get some gasoline and oil, and then once more the Bobbseys were on their way.
The road to Hitchville was a main one, well traveled and with signs up in many places, so there was no more danger of Mr. Bobbsey taking the wrong turn. The children began anticipating their arrival, and were talking about what they would do when they reached Cloverbank, which they hoped to do by early afternoon.
But when Nan saw her mother and father now and then turning to look up at the sky, the Bobbsey girl thought something might be amiss, so she asked about it.
“I think we are going to have a storm,” her father replied. “I don’t like the looks of those clouds.”
On and on they journeyed, going a bit faster now that the storm seemed approaching more rapidly. Fortunately the road was a good one. As they went down a little hill toward a white bridge, they saw a boy on it jumping up and down, seemingly much excited. He was shouting something and pointing down toward the water.
“Somebody may have fallen in!” cried Mrs. Bobbsey. “Stop the car, Dick, and find out!”
“I will!” was the answer, and the auto came to a halt on the bridge, close to the jumping, excited, shouting boy.
“What’s the matter?” called Mr. Bobbsey, hurrying from his seat behind the wheel. “Is somebody in the water?”