"Yes, it is him!" added Bunny. "Won't daddy be s'prised when he sees us coming home with Toby?"
"And maybe Splash, too," went on Sue. "Do you see him anywhere, Bunny?"
"No," answered her brother, "I don't."
Bunny did not look around very carefully for Splash. He loved the dog, of course, but, just then, he was more interested in Toby.
At first the children did not see any of the gypsies themselves—the men, women or boys and girls. But there were the groups of horses, and with them a pony—their pony, they hoped.
And, when they were within a short distance of the little horse, Bunny gave a cry of delight.
"Oh, Sue!" he exclaimed. "It is Toby! It is! I can see his one white foot!"
"And I can see the white spot on his head," added the little girl. "It is our Toby!"
And then they ran up to the Shetland pony and threw their arms around its neck, and Sue even kissed Toby, while Bunny patted his glossy neck.
"Oh, Toby! we've found you! We've found you!" said Bunny in delight.