“Those Gypsies have skipped. See, there are the embers of one of their camp fires, though they use stoves when they want to do any real cooking. Boys, they’ve skipped. We’re just too late. That Gypsy girl, and her tribe, have vanished with mother’s diamond ring!”
CHAPTER IV
THE CALL OF THE CAMP
“How long the boys are.”
“Yes, it seems an hour since they rushed out, but it isn’t really more than half that.”
“Oh, I do hope nothing has happened.”
Thus spoke Marie, Alice and Natalie in turn, as they sat with Mabel and her mother, anxiously waiting.
“I—I suppose you’ll have to tell father,” ventured Mabel, after a pause, a catch manifesting itself in her voice.
“Yes, dear,” replied Mrs. Anderson. “But don’t distress yourself. It is no one’s fault. Father would want to know.”
“Perhaps he can do something,” suggested Natalie.