“Hark!” she called in a whisper.
From somewhere in the woods ahead of them came the sounds of barking.
“Dogs,” said Marie.
“And Gypsies always have lots of dogs,” added Mabel.
They pushed on. The barking became plainer. They saw a gleam of white amid the trees.
“The Gypsy camp!” exclaimed Natalie. “We’ve found it!”
CHAPTER XX
THE MISSING GIRL
They hesitated for a moment in the shrubbery, before going forward. They had come upon the camp before they had quite expected to, and, truth to tell, they had formed no definite plan of action. Their chief desire had been to find the place where the wanderers had set up their tents and gaudy wagons, and, now that it lay almost at their feet, they were unprepared.
“What are we going to do?” asked Mabel.