On, on came the little procession so near that the girls, by stretching
out their hands, could almost have touched them. They scarcely dared to
breathe.
The gypsies moved on for a short distance, then gathered about something
the nature of which the girls and boys could not discern. In his
curiosity, Allen forgot caution and rising from the protection of the
bushes he tip-toed over to a more advantageous lookout. In a moment he
was back again on his knees beside the crouching group crying in an
excited manner: "It's our cave--the cave Betty and I discovered--they
are going into it. Say, I wish we had gone in when we had the chance!"
"I don't," said Mollie, "they might have found you there and knifed you
in the back or something."
"Especially something," mocked Roy. But Mollie was too excited to hear
him.
"Look!" Grace cried. "Now that they are all inside, you wouldn't know
that there was any opening there at all."
"It _is_ tough to have to sit outside and look at nothing," Roy began.
"Don't look at me when you say that," complained Mollie, with a little
grimace.
"When we ought to be in there capturing the thieves--if that is what
they are," he finished.
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