“Let me go! Let me go!” gasped the girl in Ruth’s arms. “He will get me.”
“Who’ll get you?” demanded the wondering Agnes.
“Big Jim, the Gypsy. He’s after me,” said the strange girl.
“And Tom Jonah and the boys are after him,” declared Ruth. “Don’t you fret; Big Jim won’t come back here.”
“Who is she, Ruth?” asked Agnes.
“Never mind who I am,” said the girl, rather sharply. “Let me go.”
“I know why you were lurking about here,” Ruth said, calmly. “You heard that Rosa Wildwood is stopping here.”
“Well?” demanded the other.
“Then you are June Wildwood. You’re her sister. I don’t know how you came to be with those Gypsies, and masquerading as an old woman——”
“My goodness!” gasped Agnes. “Was she that Gypsy queen?”