“You may have it,” she said slowly. “I’ll take the gold back to Miss Grant. But first I must count it.”
“It’s all there,” mumbled the woman, her hands fondling the beloved rubies.
Mary Louise found her statement to be correct, and, handing the box back to her father, she turned to go.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” she exclaimed, glancing at the gypsy. “Have you seen a young girl anywhere around here—or in the woods?”
Before the woman could answer, Silky, who had run straight to the motor truck, began to bark loudly and incessantly. Putting his front feet on the step, he peered eagerly into the caravan, and increased his noise until it reached a volume of which a police dog might have been proud. Nor did he stop until a head showed itself from the door and a voice called him by name.
Mary Louise, watching the little drama, suddenly cried out in joy.
The girl coming from the caravan was none other than Elsie Grant!
CHAPTER XIX
Conclusion
Mary Louise threw her arms around Elsie and hugged her tightly. It was so good to know that she was innocent—and safe!
“You’ve found the gold pieces!” exclaimed the girl, staring at the box in Mr. Gay’s hand. “And the necklace!” she added, as the gypsy proudly put on the jewels and went off to show her people.