“But I’ve got shoes and stockings on. And Mrs. McCall says we can’t go wading without asking permission.”
“Crickey! how you going to run away from these Gypsies if you’ve got to mind what you’re told all the time?” asked Sammy desperately.
“But won’t the water be cold? And why wade in it, anyway?”
“So the dogs can’t follow our scent. They can’t follow scent through water. Come on. We got to find a brook or something.”
“There’s the canal,” ventured Tess, in an awed whisper.
“The canal, your granny!” exclaimed the exasperated boy. “That’s over your head, Tess Kenway.”
“Well! I don’t know of any other water. Oh! Hear those dogs bark.”
“Don’t you s’pose I’ve got ears?” snapped Sammy.
“They sound awful savage.”
“Yes. They’ve got some savage dogs,” admitted the boy.