"Where is it?"
"Jack--Mr. Sanford has it. I'll get it."
She started forward, but he laid a restraining hand on her arm. "Betty,
Betty," he whispered. "You're not going to keep this up, are you?"
"What do you mean?" she questioned, with an attempt at dignity that was
not a very great success.
"You know as well as I do," he answered. "It wasn't my fault. Amy
introduced her and I--well, I had to be decent. Betty, don't you know
me well enough----"
"Where have you people been anyway?" It was Amy's voice. "We've been
looking all over for you."
"Right here, every minute," said Allen cheerily, and the little party
started on again. Not, however, before Mollie and Grace had exchanged
very significant glances.
The young people turned for a last look at the gypsy rendezvous before a
bend in the road shut it from view.
"I've had an awfully good time," said Grace, then added, irrelevantly:
"I only hope those gypsies don't steal anything."
"That's a good hope," whispered Allen in Betty's ear. "They are dabsters
when it comes to getting away with other people's property."
CHAPTER V
THIEVES IN DEEPDALE
The door bell rang out its noisy summons.
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