"
"Haven't you any family--any relatives?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, for she
thought the foreman spoke as if he were very lonesome.
"Well, yes, I've got some folks," answered Bill Dayton slowly. "I've
got a brother somewhere out West. He's a cowboy, I believe. Haven't
seen him for some years."
"Are your father and mother dead?" asked Mr. Bobbsey gently.
"My mother is," was the answer. "She died when my brother and I were
boys. As for my father--well, I don't talk much about him," and the
foreman turned away as if that ended it.
"Why doesn't he want to talk about his father?" asked Bert of Mr.
Bobbsey a little later, when they were packing the valises.
"I don't know," was the answer. "Perhaps he and his father quarreled,
or something like that. We had better not ask too many questions. Bill
Dayton is a queer man."
Bert thought so himself, but he did as his father had suggested, and
did not ask the foreman any more questions.
The packing was soon finished, and then the Bobbsey twins said good-
bye to their friends in the lumber camp.
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