Tess and Dot Kenway, with no suspicion that anything was awaiting them
save the possible loss of the silver bracelet, but otherwise quite
enjoying the adventure, walked hurriedly along Willow Street as far as
the brick-yard. That they were disobeying a strict injunction in
taking the bracelet out of the house was a matter quite overlooked at
the time.
They came to the corner and there, sure enough, was a big, dusty
automobile, with a big, dark man in the driver's seat. He smiled at
the two little girls and Tess remembered him instantly.
"Oh, Dot!" she exclaimed, "it is the man we saw in this auto with the
young Gypsy lady when we were driving home with Scalawag from Mr.
Howbridge's the other day. Don't you remember?"
"Yes," said Dot, with a sigh. "I guess it is the same one. Oh, dear,
me!"
For the nearer the time came to give up the silver bracelet, the worse
Dot felt about it.
The big Gypsy looked around at the two little girls and smiled
broadly.
"You leetle ladies tak' ride with Beeg Jeem?" he asked. "You go to see
the poor Gypsy women who let you have the fine bracelet to play with?
Yes?"
"He knows all about it, Tess," murmured Dot.
"Yes, we will give them back the bracelet," Tess said firmly to the
Gypsy man. "But we will not give it up to anybody else."
"Get right into my car," said Big Jim, reaching back to open the
tonneau door. "You shall be taken to the camp and there find the ones
who gave you the bracelet. Sure!"
There was something quite "grownupish" in thus getting into the big
car all alone, and Tess and Dot were rather thrilled as they seated
themselves on the back seat and the Gypsy drove them away.
Fifteen minutes or so later Agnes came to this very corner and had her
unpleasant interview with Miguel Costello. But of course by that time
the children were far away.
The big Gypsy drove them very rapidly and by lonely roads into a part
of the country that Tess and Dot never remembered having seen before.
Whenever he saw anybody on the road, either afoot or in other cars,
Big Jim increased his speed and flashed by them so that there was
little likelihood of these other people seeing that the two little
girls were other than Gypsy girls.
He did nothing to frighten Tess and Dot. Indeed, he was so smiling and
so pleasant that they enjoyed the drive immensely and came finally in
a state of keen enjoyment to the camp which was made a little back
from the highway.
"Well, if we have to give up the bracelet," sighed Tess, as they got
out of the car, "we can say that we have had a fine ride."
"That is all right. But how will my Alice-doll feel when she finds out
she can't wear that pretty belt again?" said Dot.
There were many people in the camp, both men and women and children.
The latter kept at a distance from Tess and Dot, but stared at them
very curiously. They kept the dogs away from the visitors, too, and
the little girls were glad of that.
"Where can we find the two ladies that--that sold us the basket?" asked
Tess politely, of Big Jim.
"You look around, leetle ladies. You find," he assured them.
There were four or five motor vans of good size in which the Gypsies
evidently lived while they were traveling. But there were several
tents set up as well. It was a big camp.
Timidly at first the two sisters, hand in hand, the silver bracelet
firmly clutched inside Tess's dress against her side, began walking
about. They tried to ask questions about the women they sought; but
nobody seemed to understand. They all smiled and shook their heads.
"Dear me! it must be dreadful to be born a foreigner," Dot finally
said. "How can they make themselves understood _at all_?"
"But they seem to be very pleasant persons," Tess rejoined decidedly.
The children ran away from them. Perhaps they had been ordered to by
the older Gypsies. By and by Tess, at least, grew somewhat worried
when they did not find either of the women who had sold them the
yellow and green basket. Dot, secretly, hoped the two in question had
gone away.
Suddenly, however, the two Kenway girls came face to face with
somebody they did know. But so astonished were they by this discovery
that for a long minute neither could believe her eyes!
"Sammy Pinkney!" gasped Tess at last.
"It--ain't--_never_!" murmured the smaller girl.
The figure which had tried to dodge around the end of a motor van to
escape observation looked nothing at all like the Sammy Pinkney the
Kenway girls had formerly known. Never in their experience of
Sammy--not even when he had slipped down the chimney at the old Corner
House and landed on the hearth, a very sooty Santa Claus--had the boy
looked so disgracefully ragged and dirty.
"Well, what's the matter with me?" he demanded defiantly.
"Why--why there looks to be most _every_thing the matter with you,
Sammy Pinkney," declared Tess, with disgust. "What _do_ you s'pose
your mother would say to you?"
"I ain't going home to find out," said Sammy.
"And--and your pants are all tored," gasped Dot.
"Oh, that happened long ago," said Sammy, quite as airy as the
trousers. "And I'm having the time of my life here. Nobody sends me
errands, or makes me--er--weed beet beds! So there! I can do just as I
please."
"You look as though you had, Sammy," was Tess's critical speech. "I
guess your mother wouldn't want you home looking the way you do."
"I look well enough," he declared defiantly. "And don't you tell where
I am. Will you?"
"But, Sammy!" exclaimed Dot, "you ran away to be a pirate."
"What if I did?"
"But you can't be a pirate here."
"I can be a Gypsy. And that's lots more fun. If I joined a pirate crew
I couldn't get to be captain right away of course, so I would have to
mind somebody. Here I don't have to mind anybody at all."
"Well, I never!" ejaculated Tess Kenway.
"Well, I never!" repeated Dot, with similar emphasis.
"Say, what are you kids here for?" demanded Sammy, with an attempt to
turn the conversation from his own evident failings.
"Oh, we were brought here on a visit," Tess returned rather haughtily.
"Huh! You _was_? Who you visiting? Is Aggie with you? Or Neale?" and
he looked around suddenly as though choosing a way of escape.
"We are here all alone," said Dot reassuringly. "You needn't be
afraid, Sammy."
"Who's afraid?" he said gruffly.
"You would be if Neale was with us, for Neale would make you go home,"
said the smallest Kenway girl.
"But who brought you? What you here for? Oh! That old bracelet I bet!"
"Yes," sighed Dot. "They want it back."
"Who want it back?"
"Those two ladies that sold us the basket," explained Tess.
"Are they with this bunch of Gypsies?" asked Sammy in surprise. "I
haven't seen them. And I've been here two whole days."
"How did you come to be a Gypsy, Sammy?" asked Dot with much
curiosity.
"Why, I--er--Well, I lost my clothes and my money and didn't have much
to eat and that big Gypsy saw me on the road and asked me if I wanted
to ride. So I came here with him and he let me stay. And nobody does a
thing to me. I licked one boy," added Sammy with satisfaction, "so the
others let me alone."
"But haven't you seen either of those two ladies that sold us the
basket?" demanded Tess, beginning to be worried a little.
"Nope. I don't believe they are here."
"But that man says they are here," cried Tess.
"Let's go ask him. I--I won't give that bracelet to anybody else but
one of those ladies."
"Crickey!" exclaimed Sammy. "Don't feel so bad about it. Course there
is a mistake somehow. These folks are real nice folks. They wouldn't
fool you."
The three, Sammy looking very important, went to find Big Jim. He was
just as smiling as ever.
"Oh, yes! The little ladies are not to be worried. The women they want
will soon come."
"You see?" said Sammy, boldly. "It will be all right. Why, these
people treat you _right_. I tell you! You can do just as you please in
a Gypsy camp and nobody says anything to you."
"See!" exclaimed Tess suddenly. "Are they packing up to leave? Or do
they stay here all the time?"
It was now late afternoon. Instead of the supper fires being revived,
they were smothered. Men and women had begun loading the heavier vans.
The tents were coming down. Clotheslines stretched between the trees
were now being coiled by the children. All manner of rubbish was being
thrown into the bushes.
"I don't know if they are moving. I'll ask," said Sammy, somewhat in
doubt.
He went to a boy bigger than himself, but who seemed to be friendly.
The little girls waited, staring all about for the two women with whom
they had business.
"I don't care," whispered Dot. "If they don't come pretty soon, and
these Gypsies are going away from here, we'll just go back home, Tess.
We _can't_ give them the bracelet if we don't see them."
"But we do not want to walk home," her sister said slowly in return.
"And we ought to make Sammy go with us."
"You try to _make_ Sammy do anything!" exclaimed Dot, with scorn.
Their boy friend returned, swaggering as usual. "Well, they are going
to move," he said. "But I'm going with them. That boy--he was the one I
licked, but he's a good kid--says they are going to a pond where the
fishing is great. Wish I had my fishpole."
"But you must come back home with us, Sammy," began Tess gravely.
"Not much I won't! Don't you think it," cried Sammy. "But you might
get my fishing tackle and jointed pole and sneak 'em out to me.
There's good kids!"
"We will do nothing sneaky for you at all, Sammy Pinkney!" exclaimed
Tess indignantly.
"Aw, go on! You can just as easy."
"We can, but we won't. So there! And if you don't go home with us when
the man takes us back in his car we certainly will tell where you
are."
"Be a telltale. _I_ don't care," cried Sammy, roughly. "And I won't
say just where we are going from here, so you needn't think my folks
will find me."
One of the closed vans--something like a moving van only with windows
in the sides, a stove-pipe sticking out of the roof, and a door at the
rear, with steps--seemed now to be ready to start. A man climbed into
the front seat to drive it. Several women and smaller children got in
at the rear after the various bales and packages that had been tossed
in. The big man suddenly shouted and beckoned to Tess and Dot.
"Here, little ladies," he said, still smiling his wide smile. "You
come go wit' my mudder, eh? Take you to find the Gypsy women you want
to see."
"But--er--Mr. Gypsy," said Tess, somewhat disturbed now, "we must go
back home."
"Sure. Tak' you home soon as you see those women and give them what
you got for them."
He strode across the camp to them. His smile was quite as wide, but
did not seem to forecast as much good-nature as at first.
"Come now! Get in!" he commanded.
"Hey!" cried Sammy. "What you doing? Those little girls are friends of
mine. You want to let them ride in that open car--not in that box. What
d'you think we are?"
"Get out the way, boy!" commanded Big Jim.
He seized Tess suddenly by the shoulders, swung her up bodily despite
her screams and tossed her through the rear door of the Gypsy van. Dot
followed so quickly that she could scarcely utter a frightened gasp.
"Hey! Stop that! Those are the Kenway girls. Why! Mr. Howbridge will
come after them and he'll--he'll--"
Sammy's excited threat was stopped in his throat. Big Jim's huge hand
caught the boy a heavy blow upon the side of his head. The next moment
he was shot into the motor-van too and the door was shut.
He heard Tess and Dot sobbing somewhere among the women and children
already crowded into the van. It was a stuffy place, for none of the
windows were open. Although this nomadic people lived mostly out of
doors, and never under a real roof if they could help it, they did not
seem to mind the smothering atmosphere of the van which now, with a
sudden lurch, started out of the place of encampment.
"Never you mind, Tess and Dot, they won't dare carry you far. Maybe
they are taking you home anyway," said Sammy in a low voice. "The
first time they stop and let us out we'll run away. I will get you
home all right."
"You--you can't get yourself home, Sammy," sobbed Dot.
"Maybe you like it being a Gypsy, but we don't," added Tess.
"I'll fix it for you all right--"
One of the old crones reached out in the semi-darkness and slapped
Sammy across the mouth.
"Shut up!" she commanded harshly. But when she tried to slap the boy
again she screamed. It must be confessed that Sammy bit her!
"You lemme alone," snarled the boy captive. "And don't you hit those
girls. If you do I--I'll bite the whole lot of you!"
The women jabbered a good deal together in their own tongue; but
nobody tried to interfere with Sammy thereafter. He shoved his way
into the van until he stood beside Tess and Dot.
"Let's not cry about it," he whispered. "That won't get us anywhere,
that is sure. But the very first chance we get--"
No chance for escape however was likely to arise while the Gypsy troop
were en route. The children could hear the rumble of the vans behind.
Soon Big Jim in his touring car passed this first van and shouted to
the driver. Then the procession settled into a steady rate of speed
and the three little captives had not the least idea in which
direction they were headed nor where they were bound.
* * * * *
Back at the old Corner House affairs were in a terrible state of
confusion. Linda had returned from her voyage among the neighbors with
absolutely no news of the smaller girls. And Agnes had discovered that
the silver bracelet was missing.
"It was Tess's day for wearing it, but she did not have it on when she
went out to play," the older sister explained. "Do you suppose the
house has been robbed, Neale O'Neil?"
Neale had been examining closely the piece of paper that Agnes had
found stuck to the plate on which she had fed the beggar girl the day
before and also the note Mrs. McCall had received purporting to come
from Mr. Howbridge's butler. Both were written in blue pencil, and by
the same hand without any doubt.
"It's a plot clear enough. And naturally we may believe that it was
not hatched by that Miguel Costello, the junkman. It looks as though
it was done by Big Jim's crowd."
"But what have they done with the bairns?" demanded the housekeeper,
in horror.
"Oh, Neale! have they stolen Tess and Dot, as well as the silver
bracelet?" was Agnes' bitter cry.
"Got me. Don't know," muttered the boy. "And what would they want the
children for, anyway?"
"Let us find out if any Gypsies have been seen about the house this
afternoon," Agnes proposed. "You see, Neale. Don't send Linda."
Linda, indeed, was in a hopeless state. She didn't know, declared Mrs.
McCall, whether she was on her head or her heels!
Neale ran out and searched the neighborhood over. When he came back he
had found nobody who had set eyes on any Gypsies; but he had heard
from Mrs. Pease that Gypsies were camped out of town. The store man
had told her so.
"Oh!" gasped Agnes, suddenly remembering. "I heard about that. Mrs.
Pinkney told me. They are on the Buckshot Road, out beyond where
Carrie Poole lives. You know, Neale."
"Sure I know where the Poole place is," admitted Neale. "We have all
been there often enough. And I can get the car--"
"Do! Do!" begged Mrs. McCall. "You cannot go too quickly, Neale
O'Neil. And take the police wi' ye, laddie!"
"Take me with you, Neale!" commanded Agnes. "We can find a constable
out that way if we need one. I know Mr. Ben Stryker who lives just
beyond the Pooles. And he is a constable, for he stopped the car once
when I was driving and said he would have to arrest me if I did not
drive slower."
"Sure!" said Neale. "Agnes knows all the traffic cops on the route, I
bet. But we don't _know_ that the children have gone with the
Gypsies."
"And we never will know if you stand here and argue. Anyway, it looks
as though the silver bracelet has been stolen by them."
"Or by somebody," granted the boy.
"Ne'er mind the bit bracelet," commanded the housekeeper. "Find Tess
and Dot. I am going to put on my bonnet and shawl and go to the police
station mysel'. Do you children hurry away in the car as you
promised."
It was already supper time, but nobody thought of that meal, unless it
was Aunt Sarah. When she came down to see what the matter was--why the
evening meal was so delayed--she found Linda sobbing with her apron
over her head in the kitchen and the tea kettle boiled completely dry.
That was nothing, however, to the condition of affairs at one o'clock
that night when Ruth, with Luke and Cecile Shepard, arrived at the old
Corner House. They had been delayed at the station half an hour while
Ruth telephoned for and obtained a comfortable touring car for her
visitors and herself. Agnes did not have to beg her older sister to
put in a telephone. After this experience Ruth was determined to do
just that.
The party arrived home to find the Corner House lit up as though for a
reception. But it was not in honor of their arrival. The telegram
announcing Ruth's coming had scarcely been noticed by Mrs. McCall.
Mrs. McCall had recovered a measure of her composure and good sense;
but she could scarcely welcome the guests properly. Aunt Sarah Maltby
had gone to bed, announcing that she was utterly prostrated and should
never get up again unless Tess and Dot were found. Linda and Uncle
Rufus were equally distracted.
"But where are Agnes and Neale?" Ruth demanded, very white and
determined. "What are they doing?"
"They started out in the machine around eight o'clock," explained Mrs.
McCall. "They are searching high and low for the puir bairns."
"All alone?" gasped Ruth.
"Mr. Pinkney has gone with them. And I believe they were to pick up a
constable. That Neale O'Neil declares he will raid every Gypsy camp
and tramp's roost in the county. And Sammy's father took a pistol with
him."
"And you let Agnes go with them!" murmured Ruth. "Suppose she gets
shot?"
"My maircy!" cried the housekeeper, clasping her hands. "I never
thought about that pistol being dangerous, any more than Uncle Rufus's
gun with the broken hammer."