"No, not yet, honey! But I soon will. We's 'most to de bottom ob de
heap. No use worritin' yo' pa. We'll git Freddie and Flossie out all
right!"

Bert was tossing aside the hay so fast that his arms seemed like the
spokes of a wheel going around. He felt that it was partly his fault
that the hay had fallen on his little brother and sister.

"Now we'll git 'em!" cried Dinah, after a bit. "I see de barn flo' in
one place. Come on out, chilluns!" she cried. "Come on out, Flossie an'
Freddie! We's dug de hay offen yo' now! Come on out!"

Indeed the hay pile was now so small at the place where it had slid from
the mow, that it would not have hidden Snap, to say nothing of covering
the two Bobbsey twins.

But something seemed to be wrong. There were no little fat legs or
chubby arms sticking out. The little Bobbsey twins were not in sight,
though nearly all the hay had been moved aside.

Bert, Nan and Dinah gazed at the few wisps remaining. Then, in a queer
voice Nan said:

"Why--why! They're not there!"



CHAPTER II