“I want to put up the other tent,” said Freddie. “I know just how it ought to be done.”
“All right, Freddie, you can help,” was the answer from Bert. “Only, you had better not try to pound any of the pegs in the ground with the hatchet, or you may pound your fingers.”
“Ho! I guess I’m just as good a carpenter as you are, Bert Bobbsey!” said the little boy stoutly.
He took hold of one of the poles and raised it up, but then it slipped from his grasp and one end hit Nan on the shoulder.
“Oh, Freddie! do be careful!” she cried.
“I didn’t mean to hit you, Nan,” he said contritely. “It didn’t hurt, did it?”
“Not very much. But I don’t want to get hit again.”
“Freddie, you had better let the older folks set up that tent,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Here, you and Flossie can help put these boxes and baskets away. There is plenty of other work for you to do.”
A little later the second tent was in position, and everything about the camp was put in good shape.
Then Cousin Jasper, Mr. Bobbsey and the captain, taking Bert with them, started around for the other side of the island to look and call for the missing Jack.