“Hello, friend,” said Paul, as the car stopped close beside the gypsy.
The man looked at him sullenly, but did not respond.
“Is your camp anywhere around here?” asked Walter.
The man shrugged his shoulders.
“No understand,” he said blankly.
They tried again with the same result, and as there was evidently no chance of getting an answer, they drove on.
“If we’d promised to give him a five dollar bill, he’d have understood all right,” laughed Walter.
“I’ll bet he’s prospecting around to find a good location for the camp,” observed Paul.
“It’s time then to put double locks on houses and barns,” growled Joel. “I’d hoped thet I’d never see hide nur hair uv them light-fingered varmints ag’in.”