"There is another entrance at the other end," he cried. "That must be
the one you and Allen found, Betty. Come over here where you can get
more light," he added. "It filters through the leaves and twigs at the
opening."
All this time he was leading the way to the spot that he was describing,
the others following breathlessly. Once there, he grasped Allen's arm
excitedly, crying in a tense voice: "Look here, old man, here is one of
those bags they carried the other day--the place is full of them. Now I
am going to open this one. You keep a good lookout."
"Hush!" cried Allen, and they listened, scarcely daring to breathe. From
the mouth of the cave, soft but unmistakable, came the sound of
voices--voices speaking in a tongue the boys had heard before. There
could be no mistake--the gypsies were visiting their hiding place!
"Get back," breathed Will. "Back into the other mouth of the cave." He
pushed the others before him with all his force and they obeyed without
question.
They shrank back in the darkness and waited for what was to come. They
might have fled, but curiosity held them chained to the spot.
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