“That’s just according to whether you mean to keep your word, and join me in my little look through that gypsy camp this afternoon or to-morrow morning,” was the quick response of the other.
“Oh that’s what ails you; is it?” exclaimed Frank, stopping to look once more into the eager face of his chum. “Why this new outburst? Have you heard anything more about that little girl you thought called to you, and held her hands out as if she wanted you to take her away from a cruel prison?”
“Now you’re taking your turn at having a little fun with me, Frank,” said Lanky, in an aggrieved tone. “But you just wait a bit. No, I haven’t heard a single word, one way or the other, about any girl in the gypsy camp. But, by a funny accident, I have learned about a child who was lost a month or so ago over in a Pennsylvania city; and, Frank, it was a little girl, too!”
CHAPTER VI
MAKING PLANS
Frank looked queerly at his companion as Lanky said this.
“But, say, didn’t I hear you make a remark a minute or so ago that there were plenty of girls?” he said; at which the other chuckled.
“That’s what you did, Frank; but then this is a different thing,” he replied.
“Oh! is that so, Lanky?”
“Because, you see, Bones laughed at the idea of such a thing happening in these times—as a child bein’ stolen. And when I ran across that story in an old paper over at our house, I cut it out, just to show you that every little while something like this does happen.”
“Have you got it along with you?” demanded Frank.