“With the light turned low,” added Natalie.
Phil brushed past his sister, and, turning up the gas, looked carefully on the table in the little room.
“No ring here, mother,” he announced. “Are you sure you left it here?”
“Yes, I was putting away some seldom-used books, and I took it off so I would not knock it against the shelves. Perhaps it is on the floor.”
Then ensued a hurried search. It was unavailing. The girls and boys looked at one another.
“It—it’s gone!” murmured Mabel.
“And so is that Gypsy girl!” echoed Phil. “I’ll wager she has it! That’s why she didn’t want to stop to tell us fellows our fortunes. She wanted to get away! She had every chance in the world to slip that ring in her pocket when she was in the half-darkness here, telling fortunes. Fellows, come on to that Gypsy camp, and we’ll make her give it up!”
CHAPTER III
THE DESERTED ENCAMPMENT
“Hadn’t we better stop and get one of the policemen?” asked Jack, as he and his two chums sped onward in the now full darkness of the May evening.