damaged any, and it will be all right. Few folks come down to this end of
the lake in Winter. I have it all to myself."

"You must be lonesome," remarked Freddie.

"I am, sometimes. Often I wish I had folks, like other men. But it isn't
to be, I reckon. G'lang there, Bucksaw."

"Is that the name of your horse?"

"Yes. Bucksaw is his name. Pretty good for a woodchopper's horse, I
guess," and the old man smiled.

While Flossie and Freddie were being driven home by the woodchopper, Mr.
and Mrs. Bobbsey, with Bert and Nan, left far behind on the ice when the
_Bird_ upset, were much worried and excited.

"What can we do?" cried Bert.

"We must go after those children!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey.

"That's what I'm going to do," Mr. Bobbsey remarked.

"If I could borrow one of those ice-boats over there," put in Bert,
pointing toward some on the other side of the lake, "I could sail down and
get them."

"No more ice-boats to-day!" said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, I do hope nothing
happens to Flossie and Freddie!"

"I don't believe they'll be hurt," said their father. "Even if they fall
out they can't get much of a bump on the ice, and if they run ashore, as
they're likely to do, they'll only fall in the snow. Don't worry."

"But we _must_ go after them!" cried his wife.

"Just what I am going to do. Bert and I will go to shore, hire a team and
drive down the lake after them. The road runs right along the lake shore
and we'll be sure to see them, or hear something of them. They'll be all
right."

It did not take Mr. Bobbsey and Bert long to get started on the search for
the missing ones, for Flossie and Freddie in the ice-boat had sailed
around the point of land, as I told you, and were out of sight of their
folks.

Mrs. Bobbsey and Nan were taken home by some friends who happened to pass
the lake in their automobile, and half-way to the woodcutter's cabin,
though he had no idea the children had been there, Mr. Bobbsey and Bert
met them being driven to Lakeport by Uncle Jack.

"Oh, there's Daddy!" cried Freddie.

"And Bert!" added Flossie, as she saw her brother. "Your ice-boat's all
right," she added. "We just fell out of it."

"Are _you_ all right?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, stopping his horses.

"Fine!" cried Freddie. "And we had bread and milk."

"Well, I'm sure I'm much obliged to you, Uncle Jack," said the children's
father. "It was very kind of you."

Then Flossie and Freddie told their story, and the woodchoppe