"Maybe they will," said his mother kindly. "It's time for you to go to bed now, and maybe the morning will bring good news. Snap or Snoop may be back by that time."
"That's what we've been thinking about poor Snap for a long while," grumbled Nan.
"Well, I'm afraid Snap is lost for good," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "He never stayed away so long before. But Snoop may be back in the morning. He may have just wandered off. It isn't the first time he has been away all night."
"Only once or twice," said Bert, who came back to the book he was reading. "And both times it was because he got shut by accident in places where he couldn't get out."
"Maybe that's what's happened this time," suggested Nan. "We ought to look around the island."
"We will—to-morrow," declared Bert.
"And look in the cave Flossie and I found," urged Freddie. "Maybe Snoop is there."
"We'll look," promised his brother.
When Flossie and Freddie were taken to their cots by their mother, Flossie, when she had finished her regular prayers, added:
"An' please don't let 'em take Whisker."