The boys had been gazing with interest toward the little group of wanderers, but at Amy's cry they were aroused to sudden action.
"Get to a place where we can see, and not be seen," said Frank. "I'd like to watch this thing through."
"They are coming right this way, too," said Grace, delightfully afraid. "Oh, what have they got on their backs?"
"Looks like loot of some sort," Will volunteered, peering forth from his tree trunk. "Say, this promises to be a lark, fellows."
"We'd better get back a little farther, if we don't want them to run right into us," Roy suggested. "They are headed this way."
The watchers retreated still farther into the woods until they came to a dense overgrowth of foliage which effectually screened them from prying eyes.
"This is just the thing," Roy exulted. "I tell you we are running in luck to-day."
"I am glad you think so," said Amy. "If one of those gypsies discovered us, I am afraid we wouldn't live long."
"Well, they are not going to," said Roy, overhearing the last remark. "Don't be a wet blanket, Amy. Anyway, just because they are gypsies they needn't be murderers."
"I'm not a——" Amy was beginning, when Allen hissed a sharp warning. "Keep still, everybody," he said. "They are not a hundred yards away!"