132 BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT
"Where is your uncle?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"I—I got his address, but I can't write very good, or I'd send him a letter."
"Let me have his address," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "And I'll see what I can do."
"Look here!" cried the farmer. "I won't have you interferin' in my business! You ain't got a right to!"
"Every one has a right to stop a poor boy from being unjustly beaten," said the twins' father. "Will, you get me that address. I'll be here a day or so, in my houseboat, and you can bring it down to me. Do you think you can find it, and let me know where your uncle lives?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then do it."
"Now you look-a-here!" began Mr. Hardee, "I won't have you, nor anybody else, interferin' with my hired help. I"
"I'm not interfering except to stop you from horsewhipping a boy," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Any one has a right to do that."
"Humph!" was all the farmer said, as he
