“No, I think it can’t be that,” said Mrs. Bonnell.
“They’d all be leaving if they were going to be raided,” said Natalie.
“Well, we’ll tell that constable, who nearly arrested you, Nat, where to find the camp,” suggested Alice. “He may be able to get back Mrs. Anderson’s ring.”
“Oh, I hope so!” exclaimed Mabel, “but I’m not very sanguine.”
“Won’t the boys be surprised when we tell them that we located the Gypsies?” asked Marie.
“And vexed, too,” added Alice. “They were so sure they would find the camp themselves.”
They passed from the bounds of the encampment, and were soon on their way to where they had left their boats, stopping when they reached the deep spring to partake of the rest of their lunch, for it was certain, now, that they would not get lost, and the shadows had not much lengthened.
“We’ll get back to camp long before supper,” said Mabel.
“I wonder what could be going on back there?” mused Marie.
“And what has happened to poor Hadee?” spoke Natalie. “She was a pretty little thing. I hope she isn’t in trouble.”