“Shall we, girls?” inquired Mabel.
“In view of Blake’s rescue, I think we might,” suggested Mrs. Bonnell, and soon a merry little party was gathered under the dining canvas.
“And, Oh, girls!” cried Natalie. “Do you know what I was thinking of when that constable was telling why he thought he wanted me?”
“Probably wondering how you’d like to live on bread and water,” suggested Alice. “I believe that is what prisoners receive.”
“Nothing of the sort!” exclaimed Natalie. “But when he told how this Hadee—which may be Gypsy for Hattie—when he said how she told the farmer’s wife fortune, and then left with the pocket-book, I was thinking of Mabel’s mother’s ring. That girl gave the same name, you know.”
“That’s so!” exclaimed Mabel. “The two cases are just alike. This Hadee may be a professional larcerner, to speak in polite language. Oh, boys! Can’t you locate her camp, and make her give back mother’s ring?”
“I never thought of that,” spoke Blake. “There may be something in it. Fellows, shall we have a try?”
“Where is the camp?” asked Jack.
“I don’t know, but if Jackson can get on the trail, I should think we could,” went on Natalie’s champion. “Let’s think about it, anyhow.”
“And if you boys don’t find it, maybe we can,” put in Alice.