CHAPTER XII
THE DRIFTING BOAT
At first Nan and Bert did not know whether Freddie was playing some trick or not. Flossie had gone down to the spring to get a cupful of water, and so was not near her little brother when he gave the cry of alarm.
But Bert looked up and had a glimpse of what had startled Freddie. Certainly there was a queer, blue face staring at the three twins from over the top of the bushes. And the face did not go away as they looked at it.
"A blueberry boy! What in the world is a blueberry boy?" asked Nan.
"There he is!" cried Freddie, pointing. "He's been picking blueberries. That's why I call him a blueberry boy."
"Yes, and he's been eating them, too, I guess," added Bert. "Did you want anything of us?" he asked of the stranger.
By this time Flossie had come back with the water—that is, what she had not spilled of it—and she, too, saw the strange boy.
"Who are you?" she asked.