"I'll see what it's about," said Grandpa Brown.
He hurried out of the tent, but soon came back again.
"Ben isn't in sight," Grandpa Brown said, "and that queer man is running across the fields."
"Is he chasing after Ben?" asked Bunny.
"Well, he may be. But if I can't see Ben, I don't see how the man can, either. I don't know what it all means."
"Maybe the man was a Gypsy," said Sue, "and he wants to catch Ben, same as the Gypsies took grandpa's horses."
"Gypsies don't take boys and girls," said Mrs. Brown. "Besides, that man didn't look like a Gypsy. There is something queer about it all."
"I always said that boy, Ben, was queer," asserted Grandpa Brown. "He has acted queerly from the time he came here so hungry. But he was a good boy, and he worked well, I'll say that for him. I hope he isn't in trouble."
"Will he—will he come back?" Sue wanted to know.
"I don't know, my dear," answered her grandfather. "I hope so."