Blake who had gone into the sleeping tent came out with a woeful face.
“It’s gone!” he cried. “It’s gone!”
“What?” demanded Natalie.
“My best silk handkerchief!” cried Blake. “I paid two dollars for it—all the colors of the rainbow, too! Oh, woe is me!”
“Well, if I’m glad of one thing, I’m glad that’s missing!” fairly yelled Jack. “Of all the gaudy Italian opera effects that was the limit! You could hear it halfway across the lake. I couldn’t sleep with it in the same tent. Now, we’ll have some peace!”
“Is it really gone, Blake?” asked Alice.
“It sure is.”
“And I was hoping I’d fall heir to that to make a sash of,” his sister went on. “But it proves one thing.”
“Oh, yes!” Blake exclaimed sarcastically. “As long as we get some proof out of it, no matter whether or not our whole camp is looted—notice that word looted. Well, sis, what is it that’s proved?”
“The Gypsies were here.”