Freddie to hunt for some boards, he wasn't here. Didn't he go back to the office?"
"Why no, he didn't!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, in some alarm. "I haven't seen him. I wonder where he can have gone?"
They looked up and down the rows between the piles of lumber, but no Freddie could be seen.
"Perhaps he went home," said James. "You could find out by calling Mrs. Bobbsey on the telephone."
"So I could, yes. But if I asked if Freddie were home she would want to know why I asked, and why he wasn't here with me—that is, if he wasn't at home. Then she would worry for fear something had happened to him. No, I'll have to find out in some other way."
"I could take a walk down past the house," the watchman said. "I could look in and see if Freddie was there. If he wasn't, we'd know he was somewhere around the yard yet."
"Well, you might do that," Mr. Bobbsey said. He himself was a little worried now. "But don't let Mrs. Bobbsey see you," he went
