"I'm coming, too!" said Flossie, who generally went everywhere her small brother did.
"Did something hit you, too?" asked Freddie, turning to his sister.
"No, but it might. If you are afraid I'm afraid, too."
"Oh, you children!" said Mrs. Bobbsey with sigh. "I believe you only dreamed it, Freddie."
"No, Momsie, I didn't! Really I didn't! Somethin' bumped me from outside the tent. It hit me in the back—not hard, but sort of soft like, an'—an' I woked up. I want to sleep with you!"
"What's it all about?" asked Daddy Bobbsey. Then Freddie had to explain again, and Flossie also talked until Nan and Bert were awakened.
"It might have been Whisker," said Bert. "If he got loose and brushed against the tent and Freddie had rolled with his back close against the side it would be like that."
Just then there sounded in the night the "Baa-a-a-a-a!" of the white goat.
"There he is!" cried Bert.
"But it sounds as though he were still safely tied up," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll have a look outside. Too bad we haven't Snap with us. He'd give the alarm in a minute if anything were wrong."