Quickly he and his chums sent their craft up to the boats containing the girls.
“What’s the secret?” demanded Natalie.
“We’re on the track of the Gypsies!” exclaimed Jack. “They’re over on Mt. Harry, and we’re going to trail them to-morrow. Isn’t that great?”
“But Natalie—” began Marie, when her chum stopped her with a warning looking.
“We’ll find out all we can for you,” went on Phil, as none of the boys noticed Marie’s startled exclamation. “And if it’s safe we’ll take you to the camp later on. Mt. Harry is a nice place to go to anyhow,” and he nodded in its direction—in a direction directly opposite from Bear Pond.
“We’ll go to the pond,” decided Natalie when the boys had veered out of hearing. “And we’ll see whether the Gypsies are there. Maybe we can get ahead of the boys. Shall we go, girls?”
“Yes!” they chorused.
CHAPTER XIII
LOST AT BEAR POND
“Are you sure this is the road, Marie?”