The other handed it to him. The next instant a report rang out and a
bullet whizzed over the boys' heads.
"Come back here," shouted the man who had fired the shot; "I want to
see you."
The boys hesitated for a minute.
"The next shot 'ull come lower if you don't," warned the man; "come on,
no nonsense."
As there seemed to be nothing else to do the boys obeyed. As they drew
closer they recognized the fellow.
"Oh, you know me, eh?" he snarled; "well, you'll know me better before
we get through. Follow me, now. Pedro, you take the rifle and fall in
behind. If they try to escape shoot them down."
Here was a fine situation. They had found the gipsies' camp with a
vengeance, but for all the good it was going to do The Wren, unless
they could get her away, they might as well not have come. These gloomy
reflections sifted through their minds as they paced along, the man with
the rifle occasionally prodding them with it just to make them "step
lively," as he phrased it.
At length they came to a sort of large open place shaped like a basin,
and placed in the middle of this natural island.
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