"
"Then we can do nothing more?"
The question came from Roy.
"Not to-night. It would be useless. I have notified all the police
around and a general alarm will be sent out at once. And now I order
every one to bed. We've hard work in front of us tomorrow."
CHAPTER XXVI.
CAPTURED BY GIPSIES.
About noon the next day Roy and Jimsy found themselves at the edge of a
wild-looking section of country. They were standing at the entrance to a
glen densely wooded with dark, forbidding-looking trees, and walled by
precipitous and rugged rocks.
"Looks as if the trail ends here," said Jimsy disconsolately.
"It sure does. We can't----Gee, Whillikens!"
"What on earth is up now?"
"It's the broken-toed boot. Look here on the muddy bank of this little
stream."
"By hooky, it is! We've struck the trail instead of ending it."
"What will we do; go back for reenforcements?"
"Not just yet. We'll reconnoiter a bit. See, the fellow went up this
bank and--look there, Jimsy--there's a little footprint beside. He was
dragging the child along.
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