“Well, I couldn’t do any better,” asserted Urania, now realizing that it might not be polite for her to laugh when Dorothy had had such an awful experience.
“I’ll tell you,” put in Ned, “Dorothy you tell your part of the story, and now Urania is here she can tell hers. We are anxious to hear it all. Talk about Wild West shows! If this isn’t about the limit. Go ahead Doro.”
At this all made themselves comfortable, Urania sitting in real gypsy fashion, her elbows resting lazily on her knees and her feet crossed under her.
“Well,” began Dorothy, “I found Urania some time after I left Tavia. She was picking berries near the spring. I asked her about the message the pigeon brought, and she told me that the men who stole the birds and silver had been arrested this morning, but that she knew where the things were.”
“And didn’t I?” interrupted Urania, more to confirm Dorothy’s statement than to ask the question.
“Indeed you did,” went on Dorothy. “Then we went to the swamp.”
“Weren’t you afraid?” asked Tavia.
“Not when Urania declared the men were safe in jail,” explained Dorothy.
“But they were not safe in jail,” insisted Tavia, “didn’t we see them in the gully?”
“Those wasn’t the guys,” answered Urania, “them was the other fellers’ pals. They didn’t know much about the game, they were just sneaking around trying to get next.”