"Oh, so he won"t!" cried Flossie. ""Member how we crawled in the empty ice-wagon once?" she asked Freddie.
"Yep. I tore my pants that day. But we had a nice ride. We"ll have a nice ride now," he went on. "We can get in when they don"t see us."
"But when the policemans comes back from the fire they"ll see us and maybe arrest us," said Laddie in a whisper.
"They won"t if we hide under the seats," returned Freddie. "See, there are long side seats in the police automobile wagon, and we can lie down under "em and make believe we"re in a boat."
"Oh, if it"s a make-believe game, I"ll do it," said Laddie. "I guess my aunt won"t care, as long as it isn"t goin" to a fire."
"Then come on," answered Freddie.
One of the police patrol wagons, or, to be more correct, automobiles, stood near the curb not far from the front entrance to the hotel. It had brought several policemen to the scene of the fire, and was waiting to take them back.
As Freddie had said, the chauffeur on the front seat could not see what went on in the back of the wagon, for there was a high board against which he leaned. And there were two long seats, one on each side of the auto patrol, under which three children could easily hide if the police were not too particular in looking inside their wagon as they rode back to the station house.
The three children hurried out into the hall and got in the elevator, which Laddie called to the floor by pressing the electric signal b.u.t.ton.
"Am yo" all gwine far?" asked George, the colored elevator boy, as he shot up to the tenth floor and opened the door.
"I guess not very far," answered Freddie. None of them knew how long a ride they would get.
Out the front entrance of the hotel went the three tots. Because of the fire no one paid much attention to them, and the hotel help were used to seeing the children come and go, and perhaps thought Mr. and Mrs. Bobbsey, or Mrs. Whipple, were not far away.
So Flossie, Freddie and Laddie had no trouble in getting out, and then they walked quietly down to the automobile patrol. No one was near it, for automobiles--even police ones--are too common to look at in New York, especially when there is a fire around the corner, even if the blaze is a small one.
So, as it was, no one noticed the children climb into the patrol, and the driver, half dozing, did not hear them.
As Freddie had said, there was plenty of room for such small tots as these three to crawl under the long seats. And when they were stowing themselves away, Freddie found some blankets, which covered himself, his sister and Laddie.
"Now they can"t see us!" said Freddie. "But we must keep still!"
"Hush!" cautioned Flossie. "Somebody"s coming!"
And somebody was coming. It was the policemen coming back to take their places in the patrol, for the fire was out. Laughing and talking, they took their places on the long seat, never noticing the children hidden below.
And, a few seconds later, away started the automobile, taking the two Bobbsey twins and Laddie on a queer ride.
CHAPTER XIX
THE GOAT
Everything would have been all right if Flossie had not sneezed. At least that"s what Freddie said afterward, and Freddie ought to have known, for he was right there. Laddie d.i.c.kerson did not say it was Flossie"s fault, but then it is only brothers who say such things to their sisters. And Freddie did not really intend to make Flossie feel bad.
"But we might have had a bigger ride if you hadn"t sneezed," said Freddie, after it was all over.
"Well, I couldn"t help it," was what Flossie said. "And I guess you"d have sneezed, too, if that fuzzy blanket kept tickling your nose; so there!"
It was in the police patrol automobile that Flossie sneezed. With Freddie and Laddie, she was having a ride, you remember, the three children having hidden themselves under the seats, wrapped up in blankets, when the machine stood in front of the hotel while the policemen were at the fire.
For a time the two small Bobbsey twins and Laddie rode along in silence, the policemen not knowing the children were at their very feet. And after they had ridden about ten blocks, Flossie sneezed.
"A-ker-choo!" she cried, when a piece of the fuzzy blanket tickled her nose. "A-ker-choo!"
"h.e.l.lo! What"s that?" asked one of the policemen in the automobile.
"Sounded like a sneeze," said another.
"Sure it was a sneeze," came from a third.
"Maybe it was Mike, the chauffeur," suggested the first officer.
"It didn"t sound like him," ventured a policeman, close to where the driver sat behind his wooden back-rest. "I say, Mike!" called the policeman, "did you sneeze?"
"Nope! Haven"t time for sneezes now," answered the chauffeur.
"Then it was back here in this automobile," went on the first policeman, who was quite fat.
"Maybe it was a cat," suggested some one.
"Or a dog," added another.
Just then Freddie laughed--snickered would be more like what he did, I suppose--and once more Flossie sneezed. And Laddie snickered, too. They really could not help it any more than Flossie could help sneezing. For the two boys thought it very funny to listen to what the policemen were saying about Flossie"s sneezes. And when the little girl"s nose was tickled the second time by the fuzzy blanket, and she sneezed again, and the boys laughed or snickered--the policemen knew where the noises came from.
"It"s in here--right in our automobile!" said the fat policeman again.
"And it sounded right at my feet," added another.
Then all the policemen in the automobile leaned over and looked down. Even Flossie was laughing now, for it all seemed so funny, and she was wondering what her father and mother would say.
The laughter of the children made the blankets, under which they were hiding, shake as though the wind was blowing them, and seeing this one of the officers pulled loose one corner of the robe and there he saw Flossie, Freddie and Laddie.
"Well, I do declare!" cried a policeman with a red mustache. "It"s children!"
"Three of "em!" cried another.
The the two Bobbsey twins crawled from under the seat, and Laddie came with them, to stand up in the swaying automobile between the two rows of policemen.
"Where in the world did you come from?" asked one officer.
"Under there," answered Freddie, and he pointed to the place where the blankets were still rolled up.
"And how did you get there?"
"We crawled in to get a ride," said Flossie, "and I couldn"t help sneezing. That fuzzy blanket tickled my nose so!"