“Where are the girls now?”
“They are near at hand. Would you see them?”
“No, no. Not to-night,” hastily interposed Captain Baker. “What I wish to know is where they are.”
“You would know if they have outwitted you in the race?”
“Yes, yes. But how do you know what I am thinking about?”
“The mouthpiece of the Oracle knows all things,” crooned the fortune teller. “No, they have not yet won the race. You shall see them on the morrow.”
“Where? Tell me where?”
“A short span of twelve miles hence there is a spring. The spring is known as Granite Spring.”
“Yes, yes? Will they be there?” he asked eagerly.
“No, not there,” replied the Gipsy. “But you will find them near at hand. Seek and you shall find, but go with humble spirit, else disaster may overtake you.”