“That your dog?” cried the Gypsy, holding out the small black poodle.
“No, that isn’t Skyrocket,” said Teddy, in a sad voice.
“What I tell you?” demanded the dark-skinned man.
Janet looked disappointed. Mr. Blake, who had not spoken since entering the Gypsy camp, now stepped forward and called out:
“I saw you take a black dog into that tent, and this isn’t the same dog. You have another black one there. Here, I’ll take a look!”
Before any of the Gypsies could stop him Mr. Blake pressed forward, passed the man with the gold rings in his ears, and a moment later the storekeeper was inside the tent. Some one else inside it gave a frightened cry, and then there sounded the excited barking of a dog.
“I thought so!” cried Mr. Blake, and in another instant out of the tent he stepped, and in his arms was a wildly struggling black dog.
“Oh, that’s Skyrocket! That’s Skyrocket!” cried Teddy, springing forward.
“That’s our dog!” echoed Janet, and she and her brother both tried at once to take the wiggling animal from the arms of Mr. Blake.
The Gypsy man, with a scowl on his face, started forward, but he was caught by Uncle Ben.