“Dick!” she exclaimed in a loud whisper, “I smell smoke! Do you?”
Mr. Bobbsey sniffed the air. Then he jumped out of his berth.
“Yes, I smell smoke!” he cried. “And I see a blaze! Wake up, everybody!” he cried, “The boat is on fire!”
[CHAPTER XX—ORANGE ISLAND]
Perhaps Freddie Bobbsey had been dreaming about a fire. At any rate he must have been thinking about it, for, no sooner did Mr. Bobbsey call, after his wife spoke to him, than Freddie, hardly awake, cried:
“Where’s my fire engine? Where’s my fire engine? I can put out the fire!”
Mr. Bobbsey hurried to the berths where the children were sleeping.
That is, they had been sleeping, but the call of their father, and the shouting of Freddie, awakened them. Flossie, Nan and Bert sat up, rubbing their eyes, though hardly understanding what it was all about.
“What’s the matter?” cried Bert.
“The boat is on fire!” his mother answered. “Slip on a few clothes, take your life preserver, end get out on deck.”