“I feel just that way, too,” added Rieler.
The Reverend Rector dressed in his street clothes was awaiting them at the entrance to the faculty building.
“Ah, Clarence,” he said, “are you ready for another adventure?”
“Anything but that, Father.”
“Oh yes, you are.”
“Never again, Father.”
“Very well; if that’s the case, we’ll drop it,” and the Rector assumed a look of disappointment.
“Drop what, Father?”
“Nothing much. You know, I’ve had the station agents about the river line to be on the lookout for that gypsy camp. We’ve got them located, or at least we know about where they are.”
“And,” cried Clarence, growing very red, “we’ve got a chance to save Dora?”