"They said they had camped there for many years," reported Mr. Carr, telling about the police having driven the dark-faced men and women away, "and that they would make whoever it was that drove them away sorry that he had done such a thing."
"I suppose that means," said Mr. Bobbsey, "that they'll help themselves from somebody's chicken coop."
"We haven't got any chickens," said Freddie.
"But we've got a dog and a cat," put in Flossie. "If those gypsies take Snap or Snoop I—I'll go after 'em, I will!"
"So'll I!" declared her little fat brother.
"What'll you do when you get to where the gypsies are?" asked Bert.
"Why, I—I'll——" began Freddie.
"Oh, I'll just pick Snoop up in my arms and tell Snap to come with me and we'll run home," answered Flossie.
"But maybe the gypsies——"
"Don't, Bert," admonished his father. "I do not believe that you little twins need worry about your cat and your dog," he continued.