“Don’t know as I want anything with you,” he replied, “But I am after that gypsy girl, and I have an idea this is the girl I am looking for,” touching Urania on the shoulder.
“But I cannot let her go with you unless I go along, too,” spoke up Dorothy, now prepared to stand by Urania in this new difficulty.
“Then you may come along, too,” he said, good-naturedly enough. “Here we are. This is the Beeches—and you know the Borough lock-up is out here.”
“Lock-up!” almost shrieked Miette.
An elderly gentleman a few seats back noticed the girls’ plight. He stepped forward and spoke to the constable:
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing,” replied the constable, resenting the interference.
“But these young girls—what do you want of them?”
“We change cars here,” spoke the constable, ignoring the man’s question, as the train came to a stop.
“So do I, then,” declared the man, looking kindly at Dorothy, and following the party out of the car.