“It isn’t far now,” remarked Phil.
“They always have lots of curs around,” suggested Jack. “I hope they don’t nip us in the dark.”
“Just go right on boldly,” advised the officer. “If a dog bites you kick it. I’ve got my club.”
“It’s too late after a dog bites you,” murmured Blake. “And she was such a pretty girl,” he added.
“Say, you’ve got her on the brain!” complained Phil.
“Well, she had a pretty face—for a Gypsy,” declared his chum.
“I don’t hear any dogs barking,” said Jack a little later.
“No, and I don’t see any lights of their encampment,” added Blake. “Fellows, I guess it’s farther than we thought it was.”
“No it isn’t!” cried Phil. “It was right near the bridge we just crossed. But I can tell you what has happened!” he exclaimed, coming to a halt in the dark road.
“What?” asked his chums. “What’s happened?”