“Well, I was singing the praises of the goddess of adventure this morning. I wanted to meet her the worst way. Well, I’ve been meeting her all day and I’m kind of tired. If I get my hands on her, I’ll hold her under water till she’s as dead as a door-nail.”
“Oh, yes!” said the mystified Ben.
But the adventures of that day were not yet over, as Clarence, to his cost, was soon to learn.
CHAPTER VI
In which Clarence meets Dora, learns much of his gypsy companion, fights Ezra, and is sung to slumber.
“Dora,” said Ben, as they neared the campfire, “come here.”
The little girl came running at his call.
“I want you to show this boy around. He’s one of your kind, and you’ll be good company for each other while he’s with us.”
Dora held out her hand, her blue eyes all sympathy, her bright face kindling, her smile all welcome.
“Glad to meet you, Dora. My name’s Clarence Esmond,” said the lad, taking her hand and shaking it cordially. “There’s only one thing I’ve got against you.”