"Well, I rather think I did," answered Mr. Bobbsey in a low voice.
"You did! What?"
"I don't know whether it was a horse or a man, but it was something. It was so dark I couldn't see well, and the trees and bushes come up around the tents."
"How could it be a horse?"
"It might have been the one that belongs to Mr. Dalton. If the horse were walking around, cropping grass wherever he could find it, he might have brushed past the side of the tent and so have disturbed Freddie."
"Yes, I suppose so," agreed Mrs. Bobbsey. "But couldn't you tell a horse from a man?"
"No, it was too dark. I only just saw a shadow moving away from the tents as I stepped out."
"And was Whisker all right?"
"Yes, though I guess he was lonesome. He tried to follow me back here when I left him."
"I suppose Whisker misses the children," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But do you think it could be a man who was wandering about our tents?"