"Oh, we have been looking for you," said Bert's mother. "I am Mrs.
Bobbsey."
"That's what I guessed, lady," answered the man. "I am glad to meet
you. I've been expecting you."
"So you are the foreman," said Mr. Bobbsey slowly. "May I ask your
name?"
The man seemed to wait a few seconds before answering. Then he looked
away over the tops of the trees and said:
"Bill Dayton."
And his voice sounded rather strange, Mrs. Bobbsey thought.
CHAPTER XVI
THE TRAIN CRASH
"Well, Mr. Dayton," said Mr. Bobbsey, after a moment's pause, "as I
said before, I do not know how to thank you for what you did to save
Flossie and Freddie. I hope, some day, I may be able to do you as
great a service as you did me."
And the time was nearer than Mr. Bobbsey supposed when he could do a
kindness to the lumber foreman.
They all walked back to the log cabin near the other buildings, all of
which made what was called the "lumber camp." The story was told of
the falling tree, and how nearly Flossie and Freddie had been caught
under it.
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