!"

Besides the lumber yard Mr. Bobbsey owned a mill, or shop, where boards
were made into doors, windows and other parts of houses. Many men worked
in this shop.

All this while Freddie was peacefully sleeping under the lumber, with
Sawdust curled up near him, purring happily.

Finally, Freddie awakened again, and as he sat up and rubbed his eyes he
could not, for a moment, remember where he was: Then he looked down and
saw Sawdust, and he said:

"Oh, I'm in my little lumber play-house yet. I must get out. Where did
you get in, Sawdust? Maybe I can get out the way you came in. Show me
where it was."

Sawdust mewed. Perhaps she knew that Freddie was in trouble, though she
did not quite understand all that he said. At any rate the big cat
walked over toward a large crack, and squeezed her way through it to the
outside.

"That's too small for me," said Freddie, for he could not get even one
foot through the opening. "I'll have to find a bigger place."

He looked all over but there was none. Then he called out as loudly as
he could:

"Papa! Mamma! Help me! I'm under the lumber!"

Freddie paused to listen. He heard some one walking past the pile of
lumber. The little boy called as hard as he could:

"Get me out! Get me out!"

Then, suddenly, a voice asked:

"Who are you and where are you?"

"I'm Freddie Bobbsey," was the answer. "I'm down under the lumber and I
can't get out. Please help me. Who are you?"

"Of course I'll help you, Freddie," was the answer. "I'm Tommy Todd. I
just happened to pass through the lumber yard. I'm going to ask your
father if he has any errands for me to do, as it's Saturday and there is
no school. But I'll get you out first, Freddie."

"Oh Tommy! I'm so glad you came. Please get me out!"

But to get Freddie out from under the lumber was too hard for little
Tommy Todd.

"I'll run and tell your father, Freddie," Tommy said. "Don't be afraid.
He'll soon get you out."

"I'm not afraid," Freddie said.

Tommy ran up to Mr. Bobbsey, who was just getting ready to blow the big
mill whistle and call out all the men, more than a hundred of them, to
help search for the missing boy.

"Oh Mr. Bobbsey!" cried Tommy. "Freddie can't get out and I can't get
him out."

"Where is he? Tell me quickly!"

"He's under a pile of lumber. I'll show you!"

Tommy quickly led the way, Mr. Bobbsey, James and some other men
following. When they reached the pile of lumber that had slid over
Fred