The car rolled on again and halted.
A stocky young man behind the fire-point emerged from the darkness and
climbed briskly into the tonneau.
"Hello, Hunch," said Carl.
"'Lo!" said Hunch and stared intently at the robe.
"Take a look at him," invited Carl carelessly. "It's not often you
have an opportunity of riding with one of his brand. He's in the
_Almanach de Gotha_."
"T'ell yuh say!" said Hunch largely, though the term had conveyed no
impression whatever to his democratic mind.
Cautiously raising the robe Hunch Dorrigan stared with interest at the
prisoner he was inconspicuously to assist into the empty town house of
the Westfalls.
CHAPTER XI
IN THE CAMP OF THE GYPSY LADY
From a garish dream of startling unpleasantness, Philip Poynter stirred
and opened his eyes.
"Well, now," he mused uncomfortably, "this is more like it! This is
the sort of dream to have! I wonder I never had sufficient wit to
carve out one like this before. Birds and trees and wind fussing
pleasantly around a fellow's bed--and by George! those birds are making
coffee!"
There was a cheerful sound of flapping canvas and vanishing glimpses of
a woodland shot with sun-gold, of a camp fire and a pair of dogs
romping boisterously.
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