Freddie thought the same thing, for he called out:
"Here we are, Daddy!"
But, to the surprise and disappointment of the children, a surly voice answered them:
"I'm not your father! Who are you, anyhow, and what are you doing in this cave?"
Flossie and Freddie, clinging to each other, shrank back in fear. Then, as the light came nearer, they saw that the lantern was carried by a tall man—a man with a very dark face. He had gold rings in his ears, on his feet were big boots, and around his neck was a bright yellow handkerchief.
"Oh!" gasped Flossie. "Oh, he—he's a gypsy!"
Freddie saw it, too. The man seemed surprised to see the children. He gave a sort of grunt, held the lantern up to their faces, and exclaimed:
"Why, there's two of 'em!"
"Yes, we—we're twins!" stammered Flossie.
"Twins are always two," Freddie added, thinking, perhaps, that the gypsy man did not know that.