“I don’t know, but—I’ve been wondering—I say, how far do you think it is to where those Gipsies are?”
“About two miles, I should say. Now, that’s it, Chub! I’ll wager they did it!”
“Well, that’s what I think,” said Chub. “Now, look here. After dinner you and Dick had better go back to the store with Harry and be there when Mrs. Peel comes. I’ll give you a check to replace the stolen money. She won’t lose that, anyway.”
“Oh, we’ll all contribute to that,” said Roy. “I don’t know that we’re bound to replace it, though. We didn’t steal it.”
“No, but I’d feel better if we did. You fellows needn’t help, though; I’ve got enough to pay for it all.”
“Nonsense; we’ll go thirds on it. But what are you going to do?”
“Go fishing,” answered Chub, with a grin.
“Fishing?”
“Yes, up near where the Gipsies are camped.”
“Pshaw, you can’t find anything, Chub!”