"Why, it seems impossible. I don't wonder you felt creepy, especially
if there are many like that old crone we saw in Deepdale," and she
glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the open window.
"Don't you think we had better lock the door?" suggested Amy. "Some of
those men in the gypsy camp looked actually murderous."
Of course the boys laughed at her fears, and Roy remarked casually: "The
old chap told us something else, fellows, that may be of interest later
on."
"What's that?" Will demanded.
"He said that when the tide was on the ebb, you could actually ford the
lake to the islands farther south. It might be worth while trying some
time."
"You bet it will!" said Allen, and his eagerness was not feigned.
"We'll try it the first chance we get," Frank added.
"We're going, too," said Betty. "You needn't think you can leave us
behind when there is anything like that afoot."
"We wouldn't try," said Allen, ruefully. "Especially as you girls say
you can swim."
"However, they will have to prove that point," Roy put in.
"That's easy," said Grace fearlessly.
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