“It’s dogs,” spoke Bobby, in a moment.
“O—o—o—o! sounds like a wolf,” shuddered Dora.
“It is worse,” said Eve Sitz, her face flushing. “That is the bay of a bloodhound. I remember that we saw one of the great, lop-eared animals in leash when that party of Romanys went past our place last week.”
“You don’t mean that, Eve?” Jess cried. “A bloodhound?”
“And they have put him on the trail of that girl—sure as you live!” declared the farmer’s daughter, with decision.
[CHAPTER III—THE GYPSY CAMP]
“Why! I think this is outrageous,” said Nellie Agnew. “We ought to find a constable and have such a thing stopped. Think of chasing that poor girl with a mad dog——”
“I guess he isn’t mad,” ventured Eve, soberly.
Bobby laughed. “Even if he’s only vexed I wouldn’t want a bloodhound tearing after me over these hills.”
“You know what I mean,” persisted Nellie, still wrathfully. “It is a desperate shame! The dog will hurt her——”