“I know where he is,” said Frank.
“Where?” asked Lorenzo.
“I saw him a little while ago at the gipsies’ camp, down in the glen. He was lying down there quietly by the gipsies’ fire.”
“What a dog!” said Lorenzo. “Here I have been wondering what had become of him all the morning. He has run away, I suppose, because I shut him up last night.”
“What made you shut him up?” asked Frank.
“Oh, because he made such a barking every night,” replied Lorenzo. “We could not sleep.”
“He is still enough now,” said Frank. “He is lying down very quietly with the gipsies.”
Lorenzo then asked Frank some questions about his fishing, and afterward walked on. Before long he came to a stile, where there was a path leading to a field. He got over the stile, and followed the path until at last he came to the gipsies’ encampment.
Bruno in the camp of the gipsies.
There he found Bruno lying quietly on the ground, at a little distance from the fire. As soon as he came in sight of him, he called him. “Bruno! Bruno!” said he.