"
With beating hearts the two boys entered the forbidding-looking glen. It
was almost dark under the trees, which made the aspect of the place even
more gloomy and desolate looking.
"This is a nice, cheerful sort of place," said Jimsy, in a low tone, as
they walked along, following the bank of the stream, for the brush was
too thick to admit of their walking anywhere else, which is what had
driven the broken-booted man to leave a tell-tale trail behind him.
"I rather wish I had a gun," said Jimsy.
"We won't get close enough to them to need it," rejoined Roy; "we'll
just spy out their hiding place and then go back for reenforcements."
"That's the best idea. I don't much fancy a hand-to-hand encounter with
a band of such desperate ruffians as those gipsies have shown themselves
to be."
"Don't be scared. We won't have any trouble if we're careful."
"I'm not scared; but if we did get in a tussle with them they could
easily overpower us and then we'd have done more harm than good for
they'd take fright and move right off.
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