“So it is,” acquiesced Belle. “I can see the vans through the trees.”
“And we’re not the only visitors, either,” remarked Jack, as they caught sight of a number of well dressed people walking about the camp.
“So much the better,” replied Cora. “We won’t be so conspicuous, and the gypsies will be so busy with the crowd that they’ll take no special notice of us.”
They left their cars under the shade of some trees and mingled with the throng.
“I give them credit for having picked out a good place,” remarked Jack.
“They seem to be doing a land-office business,” observed Walter.
“I don’t see that old fellow around that has such a grudge against us,” said Paul.
“Probably off somewhere cheating some farmer in a horse trade,” grinned Jack.
They passed a group of rather fast-looking young men, who were talking and laughing loudly, and Bess suddenly plucked Cora by the sleeve.
“Don’t look now,” she murmured, “but after we get behind that clump of trees, take a look at that crowd we’ve just passed. There’s an old acquaintance of yours there.”