"Oh! Save me from her, she will kill me," the child cried, in a broken
voice.
"There! there!" soothed Peggy tenderly, "don't cry. We won't let her
harm you any more."
But like a fury the woman flew at the girls. Before she could lay hands
on them, however, Roy and Jimsy had seized her arms and held them. At
this the crone set up a hideous shriek and, as if it had been a signal,
two swarthy men, with dark skins and big earrings in their ears, came
running from behind the tents.
"What's the trouble?" they cried, as they ran up, regarding the boys
malevolently.
"It's the Wren; they're trying to steal the Wren!" shrilled out the
woman.
At this the men rushed at the boys, one of them waving a thick cudgel
he carried.
"Let go of that woman," they shouted furiously.
Another instant and the boys would have been in a bad position, for both
the gipsies were powerful fellows, and appeared determined to commit
violence. But Roy, releasing his hold of the struggling gipsy woman,
put up his fists in such a scientific manner that, for an instant, the
attack paused.
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