"
"I wonder what he is doing now, Bessie."
"I certainly hope he's still over there at the camp, sitting near that
guide. The guide said he would shoot him if he tried to get away, you
know."
"My, but I'll bet there's been a lot of commotion over this."
"I'm sure there has, Dolly. Probably all the people at the hotel heard
about it, too. I'll bet they've got people out all through the woods
looking for us."
"I wish we'd meet some of them--and that they'd have a lot of sandwiches
and things. Bessie, I've simply got to sit down and rest. I want to get
back to Miss Eleanor and the girls, but if I keep on any longer I'll
drop just where we are. I'm too tired to take another step without a
rest."
"I am, too, Dolly. Here--here's a good place to sit down for a little
while. We really can't be so very far from Long Lake now."
"No," said a voice, behind them. "But you're so far that you'll never
reach there, my dears!"
And, turning, they saw John, the gypsy, leering at them. His clothes
were torn, and he was hot and dirty, so that it was plain that he had
had a long run, and a narrow escape from capture.
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