they reached the pile of lumber that had slid over Freddie's head the men carefully but quickly lifted away the boards, and the little boy could come out.
"Oh Freddie!" cried his father. "I was so worried about you! What happened?"
Then Freddie told of having climbed up on the lumber pile, and of its having toppled over with him, but not hurting him in the least.
"It was just like a play-house," he said. "And I heard a scratching and thought it was a rat. But it was Sawdust."
"I saw the cat come out from under the lumber," said Tommy. "But I did not know Freddie was there until I heard him calling. I was coming to you to ask if you had any work for me this Saturday, as there isn't any school. I need to work to earn money for my grandmother."
"Work? Of course I can give you work," said Mr. Bobbsey, who had Freddie in his arms. "You deserve a good reward for finding Freddie for us, and you shall have it. I'm glad I didn't have to call out all the men, for if I had blown the big whistle Mrs. Bobbsey
