CHAPTER XXI
THE GYPSY CAMP
Anxiously Bunny Brown waited for his father's answer. The little boy looked out of the cabin windows at the storm which was roughing-up the waters of Sandport Bay. But Bunny was very much concerned about losing Toby, or not going on to find the pony.
"Well, I guess as long as we have come this far," said Mr. Brown, "we might as well keep on. You're not afraid, are you, Bunny?"
"Not a bit, Daddy! I like it!"
"You're a regular old sea-dog!" cried the fish merchant.
"And maybe we'll find our dog, Splash, at the gypsy camp, too," Bunny added.
"Maybe," agreed Mr. Brown. Then he asked Bunker Blue:
"What do you think of it?"