A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
The glare of the explosion lasted for only a moment. Dolly's eyes were
fixed on the camera, as she bent her head down, and Bessie realized,
thankfully, that she had not seen the evil face of the gypsy. As for the
man, he cried out once, but the sound of his voice was drowned by the
noise of the explosion. And then, as soon as the flashlight powder had
burned out, the light was succeeded by a darkness so black that no one
could have seen anything, so great was the contrast between it and the
preceding illumination.
"Come, Dolly! Quick! Don't stop to argue! Run!" urged Bessie.
She seized Dolly's hand in hers, and made off, running down by the lake,
and, for a few steps, actually through the water. Her one object was to
get back to the camp as quickly as possible. She thought, and the event
proved that she was right, the gypsy, if he saw them nearing the camp
fire, which was still burning brightly, would not dare to follow them
very closely.
He had no means of knowing that there were no men in the camp, and,
while he might not have been afraid to follow them right into camp had
he known that, Bessie judged correctly that he would take no more
chances than were necessary.
"Bessie, are you crazy?" gasped Dolly, as they came into the circle of
light from the fire. "My feet are all wet! Whatever is the matter with
you? You nearly made me smash my camera!"
"I don't care," said Bessie, panting, but immensely relieved. "Sit down
here by the fire and take off your shoes and stockings; they'll soon get
dry. I'm going to do it."
She was as good as her word, and not until they had dried their feet and
set the shoes and stockings to dry would she explain what had caused her
wild dash from the scene of the trap they had laid for the deer, and
which had so nearly proved to be a trap for them, instead.
"If you'd looked up when that powder went off you'd have run yourself,
Dolly, without being made to do it," she said, then. "That wasn't a deer
we heard, Dolly."
"What was it, a bear or some sort of a wild animal?"
"No, it was a man."
Dolly's face was pale, even in the ruddy glow of the fire.
"You don't mean--it wasn't--"
"The gypsy? Yes, that's just who it was, Dolly. He's found out somehow
where we are, you see. It's just what I was afraid of, that he would
manage to follow us over here. But I'm not afraid now, as long as we
know he's around. I don't see how he can possibly do you any harm."
"Oh, Bessie, what a lucky, lucky thing that we saw him! If we hadn't
just happened to try to get that picture we would never have done it.
The nasty brute! The idea of his daring to follow us over here. Do you
think he would have really tried to carry me back to his tribe, Bessie?"
"I don't know, Dolly. His face looked awful when I saw it in the glare.
But then, of course, he was terribly surprised. He probably thought he
was the only soul awake for miles and miles, and to have that thing go
off in one's face would startle anybody, and make them look pretty
scary."
"I should say so! You have to pucker up your face and shut your eyes. Do
you think he saw us, Bessie?"
"I shouldn't think it was very likely, Dolly. You see, it's just as you
say. The glare of a flashlight is blinding, when it goes off suddenly
like that, right in front of you. I don't think you're likely to see
much of anything except the glare. And, of course, he hadn't the
slightest reason to be expecting to see us. I expect he's more puzzled
and frightened than we are; he's certainly a good deal more puzzled."
"Then maybe he'll be so frightened that he'll go back to his people and
let me alone, Bessie."
"I certainly hope so, Dolly. It really doesn't seem possible that he'd
dare to carry you off, even if he could get hold of you. He'd know that
we'd be sure to suspect that he was the one who had done it, and even a
gypsy ought to know what happens to people who do things like that. I
don't see how he could hope to escape."
"But, Bessie, I was thinking: suppose he didn't carry me to the place
where the other gypsies are? Suppose he took me right off into the woods
somewhere, and hid?"
"You'd both have to have food, Dolly. And as he couldn't get that very
easily, he'd be taking a big chance of getting caught. No, what I really
think is that he wants to see you, and try to persuade you to go with
him willingly. Then he wouldn't be in any danger, you see."
"Ugh! He must be an awful fool to think he could do that!"
"Well, he's not bad looking, Dolly. And he's probably vain. The chances
are that all the gypsy girls set their caps at him, because, if you
remember, he was about the only good looking young man there in their
camp. Most of the men were married. So, if he's always been popular with
the girls of his own people, he may have got the idea that he's quite
irresistible. That all he's got to do is to tell a girl he wants to
marry her to have her fall right into his arms, like a ripe apple
falling from a tree."
"The horrid brute! If he ever comes near me again, I'll slap his face
for him."
"You'd better not do anything of the sort. The best thing for you to do
if you ever see him anywhere near you again is to run, just as hard as
you can. Dolly, you've no idea of the rage a man like that can fly into.
If you struck him you can't tell what he might try to do. But I hope
you'll never see him again."
Dolly shivered a little.
"Are you sleepy, Bessie?" she asked.
"No, I think I'm too excited to be sleepy. It was so startling to be
expecting to see a deer, and then to see his face in the light. No, I'm
not sleepy."
"Oh, Bessie! Isn't it possible that you were mistaken? You know, you
couldn't have seen his face for more than a moment, if you did see it.
Weren't you thinking so much of that gypsy that you just fancied you saw
him, when you really didn't at all?"
"No, no, I'm quite sure, Dolly. I was perfectly certain it was a deer,
and that was all I was thinking about. And I heard him cry out, too.
That would be enough to make me certain that I was right. A deer
wouldn't have cried out, and it wouldn't have stood perfectly still,
either. It would have turned around and run as soon as it saw the light;
any animal would have. It would have been too terrified to do anything
else."
"But don't you suppose he was frightened? Why didn't he run?"
"Were you ever so frightened that you couldn't do a thing but just stand
still? I have been; so frightened that I couldn't even have cried out
for help, and couldn't have moved for a minute or so, for anything in
the world.
"I think he may have been frightened that way. Men aren't like animals,
they're more likely to be too frightened to move than to run away
because they're afraid. And the fear that makes a man run away is a
different sort, anyhow."
"It's getting cold, isn't it?"
"Yes, the fire's burning low. We'd better get to bed, Dolly."
"Oh, no; I couldn't. I don't want to be there in the dark. I'm sure I
couldn't sleep if I went to bed. I'd much rather sit out here by the
fire and talk, if you're not sleepy. And you said you weren't."
"I suppose we could get some more wood and throw it on the fire. It
would be warm enough then, if we got a couple of blankets to wrap around
us."
"I think it's a good idea to stay awake and keep watch, anyhow, in case
he should come back. Then, if he saw someone sitting up by the fire he
would be scared off, I should think."
"All right. Slip in as quietly as you can, Dolly, and get our blankets
from the tent, while I put on some more wood. There's lots of it, that's
a good thing. There's no reason why we shouldn't use it."
So, while Dolly crept into their tent to get the; blankets, Bessie piled
wood high on the embers of the camp fire, until the sparks began to fly,
and the wood began to burn with a high, clear flame. And when Dolly
returned she had with her a box of marshmallows;
"Now we'll have a treat," she said. "I forgot all about these. I didn't
remember I'd brought them with me. Give me a pointed stick and I'll
toast you one."
Bessie looked on curiously. The joys of toasted marshmallows were new to
her, but when she tasted her first one she was prepared to agree with
Dolly that they were just the things to eat in such a spot.
"I never liked them much before," said Bessie. "They're ever so much
better when they're toasted this way."
"They're good for you, too," said Dolly, her mouth full of the soft
confection. "At least, that's what everyone says, and I know they've
never hurt me. Sometimes I eat so much candy that I don't feel well
afterwards, but it's never been that way with toasted marshmallows. My,
but I'm glad I found that box!"
"So'm I," admitted Bessie. "It seems to make the time pass to have them
to eat. Here, let me toast some of them, now. You're doing all the
work."
"I will not, you'd spoil them. It takes a lot of skill to toast
marshmallows properly," Dolly boasted. "Heavens, Bessie, when there is
something I can do well, let me do it. Aunt Mabel says she thinks I'd be
a good cook if I would put my mind to it, but that's only because she
likes the fudge I make."
"How do you make fudge?"
"Why, Bessie King! Do you mean to say you don't know? I thought you
were such a good cook!"
"I never said so, Dolly. I had to do a lot of cooking at the farm when
Maw Hoover wasn't well, but she never let me do anything but cook plain
food. That's the only sort we ever had, anyhow. So I never got a chance
to learn to make fudge or anything like that."
"Well, I'll teach you, when we get a good chance, Bessie," promised
Dolly, seriously.
"I'll be glad to take lessons from you, Dolly," she said. "I think it
would be fine to know how to make all sorts of candy. Then, if you did
know, and could do it really well, you could make lots of it, and sell
it. People always like candy, and in the city a lot of the shops have
signs saying that they sell Home Made Candy and Fudge. So people must
like it better than the sort they make in factories."
"I should say so, Bessie. But most of those stores are just cheating
you, because the stuff they sell isn't home made at all. Everyone says
mine is much better."
Bessie grew serious.
"Why, Dolly," she said, "I think it would be a fine idea to make candy
to sell! I really believe I'd like to do that--"
"I bet you would make just lots and lots of money if you did," said
Dolly, taking hold of a new idea, as she always did, with enthusiasm.
"And we could get one of the stores to sell it for us and keep some of
the money for their trouble. Suppose we sold it for fifty cents a pound,
the store would get twenty or twenty-five cents and we'd get the rest.
And--"
Bessie laughed.
"You're not forgetting that it costs something to make, are you!" she
asked. "You have to allow for what it costs before you begin to think of
how you're going to spend your profits. But I really do think it would
work, Dolly. When we get back to town we'll figure it all out, and see
how much it would cost for butter and sugar and nuts and chocolate and
all the things we'd need."
"Yes, and if we used lots of things we'd get them cheaper, too, Bessie,"
said Dolly, surprising Bessie by this exhibition of her business
knowledge. "Oh, I think that would be fine. I'd just love to have money
that I'd earned myself. Some of the other girls have been winning honor
beads by earning money, but I never could think of any way that I could
do it."
Dolly was beginning to yawn, and Bessie herself felt sleepy. But when
she proposed that they should go into the tent now Dolly protested.
"Oh, let's stay outside, Bessie," she said. "If we went in now we'd just
wake ourselves up. We can sleep out here just as well as not. What's
the difference!"
And Bessie was so sleepy that she was glad to agree to that. In a few
moments they were sound asleep, with no thought of the exciting episodes
of the day and night to disturb them.
The fire was low when Bessie awoke with a start. At first everything
seemed all right; she could hear nothing. But then, suddenly, she looked
over to where Dolly had been lying. There was no sign of her chum! And,
just as Bessie herself was about to cry out, she heard a muffled call,
in Dolly's tones, and then a loud crashing through the undergrowth near
the camp, as someone or something made off swiftly through the woods!
The gypsy had come back!