The Bobbsey Twins on Blueberry Island

by Laura Lee Hope

  CHAPTER XII

  THE DRIFTING BOAT

  At first Nan and Bert did not know whether Freddie was playing sometrick or not. Flossie had gone down to the spring to get a cupful ofwater, and so was not near her little brother when he gave the cry ofalarm.

  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 fromover the top of the bushes. And the face did not go away as they lookedat 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 youwant anything of us?" he asked of the stranger.

  By this time Flossie had come back with the water--that is, what she hadnot spilled of it--and she, too, saw the strange boy.

  "Who are you?" she asked.

  "My name's Tom," was the answer. "What's yours?"

  "Flossie Bobbsey, an' I'm a twin an' we're campin' on this island, andwe had some bugs that went around and around and----"

  "Flossie, come here," called Nan. She did not want her little sister totalk too much to the strange boy. Nan had an idea the boy might belongto the gypsies.

  "I saw him first," put in Freddie. "I saw his face all covered withblueberries, and I dropped my standwich--I did."

  He began looking on the ground for what he had been eating, but finding,when he picked up the bread and bits of chicken, that ants were crawlingall over the "standwich," he tossed it away again.

  "Aw, what'd you do that for?" asked Tom, the blueberry boy. "That wasgood to eat! Ain't you hungry?"

  "Yes, but I don't like ants," returned Freddie. "'Sides, there's moreto eat in the basket!"

  "Cracky!" exclaimed Tom. "That's fine! There isn't anything in _my_basket but blueberries, and not many of them. You get tired of eatin''em after a while, too."

  "Are you--are you hungry?" asked Bert. As yet no one else had appearedexcept the boy. He seemed to be all alone. And he was not much largerthan Bert.

  "Hungry? You'd better believe I'm hungry!" answered the boy with a laughthat showed his white teeth with his blueberry-stained lips and face allaround them. "I thought I'd have a lot of berries picked by noon, so Icould row back to shore, sell 'em and get somethin' to eat. But theberries ain't as ripe as I thought they'd be--it's too early I guess--soI've got to go hungry."

  Nan whispered something to Bert who nodded.

  "We've got more sandwiches here," Bert said to the blueberry boy. "Wouldyou like one?"

  "Would I _like_ one?" asked the boy, who seemed to answer one questionby asking another like it. "Say, you just give me a chance. I ain't hadnothin' since breakfast, and there wasn't much of that."

  With a bound he jumped through the bushes and stood in the little grassyglade where the Bobbsey twins were having a sort of picnic bythemselves. They saw that Tom had on ragged clothes and no shoes.Indeed, he looked like a very poor boy, but his face, though it wasstained with the blueberries he had eaten, was smiling and kind. TheBobbsey twins thought they would like him.

  "Here--eat this," and Bert held out some sandwiches. Dinah had put inplenty, as she always did.

  "And he can have some cake, too," said Freddie. "I don't want but twopieces, and I told Dinah to put in three for me."

  "Oh, what a hungry boy!" laughed Nan.

  "And the blueberry boy can have one of my pieces of cake," said Flossie."Where did you get the blueberries?" she asked, looking into his basket.

  "I didn't get many--that's the trouble," he said. "It's a little tooearly for them. But the earlier they are the better price you can sell'em for. So I came over alone to-day."

  "Where do you live?" asked Bert, as the boy was hungrily eating thesandwich.

  "Over in Freedon," and Tom Turner, for such he said was his name,pointed to a village on the other side of the lake from that where theBobbsey twins had their home. "Our folks come here every year to pickblueberries, but never as early as this. I guess I've had my trouble fornothing. I've eaten more berries than I put in my basket, I guess. But Iwas so hungry I had to have something. I didn't find many ripe ones atthat, and I guess I got as much outside of me as I did inside," and helaughed again, showing his white teeth.

  "Where do you folks live?" Tom asked, as he took a piece of cake Nanoffered him.

  "We're camping on this island."

  "You don't mean to say you are gypsies, do you?" asked the blueberry boyin surprise.

  "No, of course not!" Bert answered. "We live in Lakeport--Bobbsey is ourname and----"

  "Oh, does your father have a lumberyard?"

  "Yes."

  "Oh! Well, then you're all right! My father drives one of your father'slumber wagons. He just got that job this week--been out of work a longwhile. I heard him say he had a place in the Bobbsey lumberyard, but Inever thought I'd meet you. I thought maybe you was gypsies at first."

  "That's what I thought you were," said Nan.

  "We're going to be gypsies when we get older--Freddie and me," announcedFlossie.

  "No, we're not, Flossie. We're going to be in a circus."

  "Oh, yes! And I'm going to ride a horse standing up."

  "And I'm going to be a clown----"

  "And he'll have his little fire engine----"

  "And squirt water on the other clowns and----"

  "And the folks'll holler and laugh. And I'm going to have aglittery----"

  "Dear me, Flossie and Freddie, we've heard all about that at least adozen times lately," protested Bert.

  "But Tom hasn't heard about it. He's int'rested," declared Freddie.

  "I knew a feller once that had been in a circus," said Tom. "He saidthey had to work awful hard. There's the show every afternoon and everynight and the parade in the mornin' and the practisin' and gettin'ready. He said too that the fellers at the head of the show was awfulstrict about how everybody behaved themselves. It wasn't much fun, hesaid, and it was lots of work."

  "My!" gasped Freddie. "I--I guess we'll be gypsies. I don't like towork--much."

  "That is, not very much," agreed Flossie.

  "Are there any gypsies here?" asked Bert, for he thought it would be agood chance to find out what he wanted to know.

  "Yes, there are some," was Tom's unexpected answer. "They had a camp onthe lower end of the island last week. I expected to see some of 'emto-day. They're great blueberry pickers, and that's one reason I cameearly. Most always the gypsies get the best of the blueberries 'fore wewhite folks have a chance."

  "Are there gypsies on this island now?" asked Nan, looking over hershoulder into the bushes, as though she feared a dark-faced man, withgold rings in his ears, might step out any moment and make a grab forFlossie or Freddie.

  "Well, I guess they're here now, 'less they've gone," said Tom. "I sawsome of the men and women here day before yesterday. They had been overto the mainland buyin' things from the store, and they rowed over here.I'd come to look for blueberries, but there wasn't as many ripe as thereis to-day, though that isn't sayin' much. But the gypsies are here allright."

  "Then we'd better go," said Nan to Bert.

  "Why?" Tom asked.

  "Because," said Nan slowly, "we don't like gypsies. They might take----"

  "They took Helen's talking doll!" exclaimed Flossie. "She cried aboutit, too. I would if they'd take my doll, only I got her hid under mybed. You won't tell the gypsies, will you?"

  "No, indeed!" laughed Tom. "You're afraid of them, are you?" he askedNan.

  "Yes--a little," she said slowly.

  "They won't hurt you!" Tom said. "They're not very fond of workin', andthey'll take anything they find lyin' around loose, but they won't hurtnobody."

  "They took Helen's doll," said Freddie, who had finished his two piecesof cake, "and maybe they got my bugs that go around and around----"

  "And around! They go around three times," put in Fl
ossie.

  "I was going to say that, only you didn't wait!" cried Freddie. "Butwe've got a goat!" he went on, "and he's almost as good as Snap, ourdog, and maybe the gypsies got him."

  "My, you don't think of anything but gypsies!" said Tom with a laugh."I'm not worried about them. If I see any of 'em on the island I'll ask'em if they have your dog and bugs."

  "And Helen's doll," added Flossie. "She wants Mollie back."

  "I'll ask about that," promised Tom. "You've been awful good to me, andI'd like to do you a favor. I know some of the gypsy boys."

  "I guess I'll tell my father they're camping on this island," said Bert.

  "Let's go tell him now," suggested Nan. "We've stayed here long enough."

  "And I guess I'll row back to the mainland," added Tom. "There's no usewaiting here for the blueberries to get ripe. I'll come next week."

  He walked back a little way with the Bobbsey twins to where he had lefthis boat. Then he was soon rowing across the lake, waving his hand tohis new friends, his white teeth showing between his berry-stained lips.

  "He's a nice boy--that blueberry boy," said Freddie. "I saw him first, Idid!"

  Mr. Bobbsey nodded his head thoughtfully when the twins, taking turns,told him what Tom had told them.

  "Gypsies on the island, eh?" remarked Mr. Bobbsey. "Well, I suppose theythink they have a right to camp here. But I'll see about it. Maybe someof them are all right, but I don't like the idea of staying here if theplace is going to be overrun with them. I must see about it."

  For the next few days and nights a close watch was kept about Twin Camp,but no gypsies were seen. Nor did any more blueberry-pickers come.Indeed, the fruit was not ripe enough, as the Bobbseys could tell bylooking at some bushes which grew near their tents.

  It was about a week after this, when Mr. Bobbsey had gone to Lakeportone morning on business, that Flossie and Freddie went down to the shoreof the lake not far from their camp.

  As they looked across the water they saw drifting toward the island anempty rowboat. There was no one in it, as they could tell, and the windwas sending it slowly along.

  "It's got loose from some dock," said Freddie, who knew more about boatsthan most boys of his age.

  "Maybe it'll come here and we can get it," said Flossie. "Let's throwstones at it."

  "No, that would only scare it away," said Freddie. "Wait till it getsnear enough, and then I'll wade out and poke it in with a stick."

  So the two little twins waited on shore for the drifting boat to come tothem.