"I don't care! I want papa and mamma! I can't see them now!"
The ice-boat, sailing down the lake, had turned around a point of land, and this hid from view the rest of the Bobbsey family.
"I'll turn around and go back and get them," Freddie said. By this time he had taken the rope from the tiller, so the rudder handle moved freely from side to side. And then, all of a sudden, the Bird shot ahead more swiftly than before.
The wind was blowing more strongly, and when Freddie moved the rudder he steered the ice-boat so that the wind sent it straight ahead instead of a little to one side.
"Oh! oh!" cried Flossie, "this is too fast! How can we stop the ice-boat, Freddie?"
"I—I don't know," answered the little boy. "Don't you like to go fast, Flossie?"
"Not so fast as this. I can't make my nose work—I can't get any air!"
Indeed they were sailing even more swiftly than when Bert was steering, and Flossie was frightened. So was Freddie, but he was not so quick to say so.
