The sound came once more through the darkness to the little Bobbsey twins, and as they listened to it Flossie and Freddie looked at one another in surprise. They could just dimly make out the faces of each other in the dimness.
"Mamma! Mamma!" cried a voice, for it was a voice that had caused the queer sound; yet it did not sound like the voice of man, woman or child. "Mamma! Mamma!" it cried.
"Hear it?" asked Flossie again.
"Yep," answered Freddie. "It's a little boy or girl—like us—an' it's in this cave. I guess lots of childrens get lost here like us. Now I'm not afraid."
"Mamma! Papa! Mamma!" came the voice again.
"It—it's kind of funny," whispered Flossieto Freddie. "Don't you think it's kind of funny, Freddie?"
"Yes, but I know what makes it."
"What?"
"It's being in this cave. You know how we used to holler at the hill, when we went to the country—'member that?"
"Yep," answered Flossie.
"An' how our voices used to come back an' sort of hit us in the face?" went on her brother.
"Yep."
"Well, that was an echo," said Freddie, "an' that's what makes it sound so queer here. It's an echo."
"Oh," said Flossie. She had not thought of that.
Once more the voice sounded out of the darkness.
"Mamma! Papa! Mamma!"
"There! Hear it? It's an echo!" cried Freddie.
Flossie listened a moment. Then she said:
"If it was an echo, Freddie, why didn't your voice echo too?"
"Oh,—er—well—'cause I didn't want it to," Freddie made answer. "I can do it now. Hello! Hello! Hello!" he called as loudly as he could.
And then, to the surprise of the children, back came a voice in answer, and in more than an answer, for it asked a question. No longer did the voice call: "Mamma! Papa!"
Instead it cried:
"Hello, there! What's the matter? Who are you and what do you want? Where are you?"
Flossie and Freddie were so startled that, for a moment, they could only hold on to each other in the darkness.
Then Freddie found his voice enough to speak. He said:
"Did you hear that echo, Flossie?"
"That wasn't an echo," declared his little sister quickly. "Echoes only say the same things you say and this—this was different."
"Yes, it was," Freddie agreed. "But maybe it's a different kind of echo."
"Try it again," suggested Flossie, when they had remained quietly in the darkness for atime. And during that time they had not heard the strange voice calling. It seemed to have been hushed after the "echo," if that is what it was, made answer. "Call again," Flossie begged her brother. Once more he called:
"Hello! Hello! Hello!"
"Well, what do you want?" back came a voice in question. This time there was no doubt about its not being an echo. It had not repeated a single word that Freddie had cried.
"Oh, how funny!" cried Flossie. "What makes it do that?"
Before Freddie could answer, even if he had known what to say, the two children saw a light coming toward them. It was the light of a lantern, bobbing about in the darkness, and because it was a light, which chased away some of the gloom, they were glad, even though they had been a bit frightened by the queer voice and the echo which did not repeat words as the other echo had done.
"Oh, maybe it's daddy and Bert come to look for us!" cried Flossie eagerly.
Freddie thought the same thing, for he called out:
"Here we are, Daddy!"
But, to the surprise and disappointment of the children, a surly voice answered them:
"I'm not your father! Who are you, anyhow, and what are you doing in this cave?"
Flossie and Freddie, clinging to each other, shrank back in fear. Then, as the light came nearer, they saw that the lantern was carried by a tall man—a man with a very dark face. He had gold rings in his ears, on his feet were big boots, and around his neck was a bright yellow handkerchief.
"Oh!" gasped Flossie. "Oh, he—he's a gypsy!"
Freddie saw it, too. The man seemed surprised to see the children. He gave a sort of grunt, held the lantern up to their faces, and exclaimed:
"Why, there's two of 'em!"
"Yes, we—we're twins!" stammered Flossie.
"Twins are always two," Freddie added, thinking, perhaps, that the gypsy man did not know that.
"Twins, eh?" remarked the man in a questioning voice.
"The Bobbsey Twins," said Freddie. "We came from our camp, and we——"
"How'd you get in this cave? That's what I want to know!" cried the man, and he spoke harshly. "Tell me, how did you get here?" he asked, and he held the lantern in front of the faces of the two little children.
"We—we fell in here!" said Freddie, pushing Flossie behind him. He felt that he must look after his little sister and protect her.
"Fell in?" cried the man.
"Yes, through a hole. We slid down a sandy hill, and we couldn't climb back again. We saw a little light over this way and we walked to it and then we heard some one cry: 'Mamma!' Are there any more little children here?" Freddie asked.
"Hum! Yes, some," half-grunted the gypsy. "But not your kind. I don't see how you came here," he went on, speaking to himself, it seemed, for he did not glance at Flossie or Freddie and there was no one else near by. The man looked all about the cave.
"Which way did you come?" he asked.
"Back there," and Freddie, who was doingmost of the talking, pointed toward the place where he and Flossie had tried so hard to climb up.
"Come and show me," the man ordered them, and when they walked back with him, the lantern making queer shadows on the side walls of the cave, Flossie and Freddie pointed to the place down which they had slid.
"Hum!" murmured the gypsy. "I never knew there was a way into the cave from there. I must see about that. It wasn't open before. Well, now you're here I've got to make up my mind what I'll do with you," he went on, as he motioned for Flossie and her brother to walk back in front of him. He held the lantern so they could see where to step, but the earthen floor of the cave was smooth, and the children did not stumble.
"Will you take us back to Twin Camp, where we live?" asked Freddie. "We're the Bobbseys you know, and we didn't mean to run away again, though I guess we're lost. My mamma and my papa will be looking for us, and if you'll take us to the camp——"
"Well, maybe I will after a bit, but not now,"said the gypsy, shaking his head so that his earrings jiggled. "You'll have to stay here with us awhile. If you went out now, and told your folks you had found us here we'd all be sent to jail, most likely. I'll see what the others say."
Flossie and Freddie wondered what others he meant, but he did not tell them. He kept walking close behind them, and there was nothing for them to do but to keep on.
Suddenly they turned a sort of corner of the cave, and then the children saw something that surprised them. Seated around a table, on which some candles, stuck in bottles, were burning, were a number of men. They were all gypsies, like the man who had met the children farther back in the cave, and as he walked forward, behind Flossie and Freddie, the other gypsies looked up.
"Who was calling?" asked one of the dark men at the table.
"These two," said the first man, pointing to the little Bobbsey twins. "They answered my call and I found them. They fell down a hole at the far end of the cave, near the sand. I never knew it was there."
"It is an old entrance," put in a gypsy who was eating some bread and tomato, cutting first a slice of one and then of the other with a big knife. "That entrance was overgrown with grass long ago," he added.
"Well, these two stumbled on it," grumbled the man who had found Flossie and Freddie. "We'd better stop it up. And now what's to be done with 'em?"
"We'll have to keep 'em here for a while," said two or three at once, and hearing this the hearts of Flossie and Freddie were sad.
"Yes," went on the first gypsy, "we'll have to keep 'em here until we're ready to go, and that won't be for two or three days yet. The only trouble is that some of their folks may find where we have hidden 'em and——"
"Hi!" suddenly cried an old gypsy, and then he said something very quickly, but in words the children could not understand. It was gypsy talk. After that all the men spoke in this queer way, but Flossie and Freddie felt sure they were being talked about, for the men looked at them many times in the light of the lantern and candles.
Suddenly, when there came a lull in the talk, and the twins were wondering what was coming next, they heard a dog barking. Now, ordinarily, this would not have surprised them, for they knew the gypsies kept many dogs, and some might be in the cave. But there was something different about this bark.
In wonder Flossie and Freddie looked at each other. Then Freddie cried out:
"That sounds like Snap!"
All at once there came a regular chorus of barks, and with them a man's voice could be heard shouting. Then came a dog's growl and yells from a man's voice, then more barks.
"Look out!" shouted some one in the cave. "The dog's loose!"
Flossie and Freddie saw a big dog spring into view from somewhere out of the darkness of the cave, and as the eyes of the twins lighted on him, Freddie cried:
"OH, FLOSSIE! HERE COMES SNAP!""OH, FLOSSIE! HERE COMES SNAP!"
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"Here comes Snap! Here comes Snap! Oh, Flossie! our dog that was lost is found! Here's Snap!"
There was no doubt about it. There was Snap, alive and happy, if one could tell that last by the way he barked and tried to kiss both Flossie and Freddie at the same time with his red tongue. It was Snap, but he was thinner than when at home in Lakeport, and his nice coat of hair was muddy in some places, and not at all neat.
"Oh, but it's Snap! It's our Snap!" cried Freddie in delight.
"And he found us!" added Flossie. "Now the gypsies can't make us stay here," and standing beside the big dog she looked boldly at the dark men who were now standing about the table.
A man came running out of the darkness of what seemed to be a small cave inside the larger one, and cried:
"He broke away! I couldn't keep him any longer. He seemed to hear some one calling him."
"Keep still!" sharply ordered the gypsy who had had the lantern.
"Oh!" exclaimed the other man, as he saw Flossie and Freddie. "Is it their dog?"
There was no need to answer him. Any one could see that Snap belonged to the Bobbsey twins. He was so happy with them.
"Did you—did you have our dog all the while?" asked Freddie, as he played with Snap's long ears.
The gypsy who had had the lantern said something in his strange language and no one answered. Probably he had told them not to speak.
"Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" cried Flossie. "We looked everywhere for you, Snap. Didn't we, Freddie?"
"Yes, we did. And now we've got him we can go home. Snap knows the way home. He can take us there."
"Oh, no, he can't," said Flossie.
"Why?" asked her brother.
"'Cause he's never been in our tent-camp. He doesn't know where it is. But maybe you know, Freddie."
"Yes, I know the way—if—if we can get out of this cave," and he looked at the gypsies. They were talking among themselves. One of them walked toward Snap and held out his hand toward a broken rope around the dog's neck. But the animal growled in such a fierce way that the gypsy drew back in fear.
Then there was more talk among the dark-faced men about the children and the dog. The men seemed to be worried. Snap barked and ran a little way ahead, as though to lead the way out of the cave. Again a man tried to catch him, but the dog's savage growl made him draw back.
"I guess Snap wants us to come with him," said Flossie. "Let's go, Freddie."
"All right—come on;" and Freddie, taking Flossie's hand, started out of the cave. They were afraid, the children were, that the gypsies might stop them, but the man who had had the lantern said:
"Come on. I'll show you two the way outand you can go to your camp. No use keeping you, now that your dog is loose. He'd make trouble for us. Hurry up, you fellows, get things out of the way!" he called to the other gypsies, and they began taking things off the table as though they were going to leave.
But Flossie and Freddie did not care about that. All they knew was that they had found Snap, and that they were going home with him to Twin Camp. And Snap was as glad as were they.
"There you are!" said the gypsy in rather a growling voice, as he led the children to where a big patch of sunlight shone into the cave. "I guess you can find your way home from here."
Flossie and Freddie ran on, Snap going ahead, and, to the surprise of the twins they found themselves at the mouth of the cave—the same place where they had taken shelter from the rain the day they were in the drifting boat.
"Why, look here!" cried Freddie. "Isn't this funny, Flossie? We've come out of the same cave we were in before. How did we get in?"
"I don't know," answered the little girl,"'cept maybe it's a fairy cave an' changes."
But it was not that kind at all. The children had only fallen down a hole at one end of the cave, and when the gypsy man led them through they came out at the other end, where they had first gone in. Snap barked and ran down to the edge of the lake to get a drink of water.
"He's glad to come out," said Flossie.
"Awful glad," agreed Freddie. "So'm I."
"Me, too," added the little girl. "I wonder how he got in there?"
"I guess the gypsies took him," said Freddie. "They liked him 'cause he is such a good dog. I'm so glad we've got him back. Now if we could get Snoop back we'd be all right, wouldn't we, Snap?" and he put his arms around the dog's shaggy neck, while Flossie patted his back.
Happy because they had found their dog, and not worrying at all about having been so nearly kept prisoners by the gypsies in the cave, the two little Bobbsey twins hurried away from the cavern. They were anxious to get back to camp to tell the others how they had foundSnap. And the dog seemed just as anxious to get away from the cave as were the little boy and girl.
Every once in a while Freddie would turn and look back, and when his sister asked him why he did this he told her he was looking to see if he could see the black cat.
"She ought to be easier to find than Snap," he said, "'cause she was with us here on Blueberry Island, and Snap must have been taken by the gypsies in Lakeport." Afterward they found that this was so.
As the children, with their dog, walked along through the woods, keeping close to the lake shore, as they knew that path led to their camp, Flossie and Freddie heard a shout among the trees.
"There's Nan!" Freddie said.
"Yes, and Bert," added his sister. "I guess they're looking for us."
They were sure of this a little later, for they heard the cry:
"Flossie! Freddie! Where are you?"
"Here we are!" they answered, and thenthena noise of some one coming towardthem. The next moment Nan and Bert came into view. Both stopped in surprise at the sight of the dog.
"Where'd you get him?" asked Nan.
"Is he really Snap?" cried Bert.
"Yep! He really is," answered Freddie. "We found him!"
"In a cave," added Flossie.
"In a cave?"
"And there were gypsies there," went on the little girl.
"An' they wanted to keep us," said Freddie.
"But they didn't," added Flossie.
"No. But Snap was there."
"And he growled at the gypsy man."
"And he came away with us."
"Snap was awful glad to see us, Nan."
"And here we are now," said Freddie, putting an end to this duet.
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Nan. "This is dreadful! Gypsies on this island, and they almost kidnapped you! You must tell daddy right away. We've been looking everywhere for you. We thought you were lost again. And you're all dirty and sandy!" she cried.
"That's where we fell down a hole into the cave," said Freddie, and he told Nan and Bert what had happened. Mr. Bobbsey was much surprised when the twins came home with the long-missing Snap. So was Mrs. Bobbsey, as well as Sam and Dinah.
"Gypsies here, are there?" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "Well, I'll have to see about that. We don't want them hiding in a cave and stealing our things. I guess I'll get some police officers and pay the tribe a visit."
But when Mr. Bobbsey got to the cave with the officers the gypsies were not there. They must have known that when the children went out they would tell what had happened and that the police would come. So there was nothing for the police to do. The gypsies had run away. They went to the mainland in boats, some of the blueberry pickers said who had seen them.
"And now that the island is free from the gypsies we'll have lots more fun," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "The thought of them made me nervous."
"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Nan. She, aswell as all the other members of the Bobbsey family, had followed the police to the cave, even Flossie and Freddie going along, riding to the place in the goat wagon drawn by Whisker.
"Hark to what?" asked Bert.
"I thought I heard a noise," said the little girl. "Yes, there it goes again, a sort of squeaky noise."
"It's a—it's a cat!" cried Flossie. "Oh, if it should be——"
Before she could finish one of the policemen flashed his lantern around the sides of the cave, and then, from a dark corner, some animal came slowly out.
"It is a cat!" cried Flossie.
"And it's our Snoop!" added Freddie. "Oh, we've got him back again!"
"Oh, goody!" cried Nan.
"Well, well," said Mr. Bobbsey, "everything is turning out right for you children now."
"And Snoop really was in this cave!" exclaimed Bert.
And so it proved. Whether he had wandered off and had become lost in some little hole of the cave, where he could not get out,or whether the gypsies had stolen him, as they had Snap, the Bobbseys never heard. But they knew they had their black cat again, and they were happy, especially the little twins.
"I want to hug him!" cried Flossie, as the cat rubbed up against her legs.
"So do I!" cried Freddie. "And I want to hug the head part. You can hug the tail end!"
"That end doesn't purr!" exclaimed Flossie. "I want the end that purrs."
"You must take turns," said Mrs. Bobbsey, laughing. "You ought to be glad you have Snoop back instead of quarreling about him. Well, we have found nearly everything we wanted now, except that bacon some one took the first night."
"I guess the gypsies got that," said Mr. Bobbsey. "It must have been one of them who was sneaking around in the night, and who awakened the children. They probably wanted to have something to eat in their cave. But they've gone now."
"Yes, and they seem to have left something behind them," observed one of the policemen. "I see something white over on one of theboxes they used for a table. Maybe it's only some old papers, though."
Bert hurried over and picked up the white thing.
"It's a doll!" he cried. "Flossie, did you leave your doll here?"
"Nope," answered the little twin.
"A doll!" cried Nan. "Oh, maybe it's Helen's talking doll! Let me see, Bert!"
But Bert had already pressed a spring and the doll began to call in a queer phonographic voice:
"Mamma! Papa!"
Flossie and Freddie looked at one another.
"That's the noise we heard when we fell into the cave," they said.
"Then the gypsies did take Helen's doll after all, and brought it with them to this island," said Mr. Bobbsey. "My, but they are great rascals! They took our dog, our cat, our bacon, and Helen's doll."
"But we've got everything back except the bacon," said Bert. "The doll seems to be all right, too, except she hasn't a dress."
"Oh, Helen found that the day she was hereon the island," said Flossie. "She found it in an old stump, you know, and I guess maybe the gypsies hid it there, or dropped it."
"I guess so," agreed her mother. "Well, now, isn't this just wonderful! We've found Helen's doll, and your dog and cat. It's a good thing we came to Blueberry Island."
"But I'm sorry the gypsies came here," said Nan. "They made a lot of trouble."
"They've gone now, though," remarked Bert. "It's queer that they brought our dog and Helen's doll here with them."
"Maybe the little gypsy girl, whose papa took away Helen's doll, brought it here to play with," said Nan.
And perhaps that is how it had happened. But the gypsies had gone away, and no one knew just how they came to leave the doll in the cave. They may have been afraid to take it away for fear a policeman would see them have it. And then, too, it might suddenly speak when they had it, as it spoke in the cave when Flossie and Freddie heard it.
"Well, everything's come out all right," said Mr. Bobbsey, "and now for some happy dayson Blueberry Island, with nothing to worry about." And, indeed, the Bobbsey twins did have very happy times.
Snoop and Snap were back with them again, and with Whisker, the goat, played with the children. Helen was told about her lost doll having been found, and she came to the island to get it. The go-around bugs were not found. Maybe the gypsies took them. But Mr. Bobbsey bought new ones for the little twins.
The police said the gypsy man who had picked the doll up from the yard where Helen had left it for a moment, must have taken it for his little girl, and have hidden it in one of the wagons. Then, some one of the band, going about Lakeport before the Bobbseys went to the island, saw Snap about the house and enticed him away. They probably took him over from the mainland in a rowboat. Snap was a friendly dog. As for Snoop he either wandered away or was stolen. But now no more fear need be felt about the gypsies, for they were far away, and when it rained the Bobbsey twins used to play in the gypsy cave, as they called it.
"Oh, but I just love it on Blueberry Island!" said Flossie, as they all came back to camp from a little picnic in the woods one day.
"So do I," said Freddie. "Now let's hitch up Whisker and have a ride." And they did.
And so I must bring this story about the adventures of the Bobbsey twins to an end. They had many other good times, some on Blueberry Island, and others when they went back to their Lakeport home, and I may tell you about them later. Snap and Snoop had a large part in the good times, and the dog and cat were none the worse for having been kept in the gypsy cave. Nor was Helen's doll, which the little girl was very glad to get back. It talked as well as ever.
And now I will say good-bye for you to the Bobbsey Twins.
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A ranch girl comes to New York to meet relatives she has never seen. Her adventures make unusually good reading.
WYN'S CAMPING DAYS;Or, The Outing of the GO-AHEAD CLUB.
A tale of happy days on the water and under canvas, with a touch of mystery and considerable excitement.
FRANCES OF THE RANGES:Or, The Old Ranchman's Treasure.
A vivid picture of life on the great cattle ranges of the West.
THE GIRLS OF RIVERCLIFF SCHOOL;Or, Beth Baldwin's Resolve.
This is one of the most entertaining stories centering about a girl's school that has ever been written.
WHEN ORIOLE CAME TO HARBOR LIGHT.
The story of a young girl, cast up by the sea, and rescued by an old lighthouse keeper.
WHEN ORIOLE TRAVELED WESTWARD.
Oriole visits the family of a rich ranchman and enjoys herself immensely.
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
(Trademark Registered.)
Author of THE BOBBSEY TWINS BOOKS,Etc.
Colored Wrappers and Illustrations by HARRY L. SMITH
In this fascinating line of books Miss Hope has the various toys come to life "when nobody is looking" and she puts them through a series of adventures as interesting as can possibly be imagined.
THE STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLLHow the toys held a party at the Toy Counter; how the Sawdust Doll was taken to the home of a nice little girl, and what happened to her there.THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSEHe was a bold charger and a man purchased him for his son's birthday. Once the Horse had to go to the Toy Hospital, and my! what sights he saw there.THE STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELSShe was a dainty creature and a sailor bought her and took her to a little girl relative and she had a great time.THE STORY OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER.He was Captain of the Company and marched up and down in the store at night. Then he went to live with a little boy and had the time of his life.THE STORY OF A CANDY RABBITHe was continually in danger of losing his life by being eaten up. But he had plenty of fun, and often saw his many friends from the Toy Counter.THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICKHe was mighty lively and could do many tricks. The boy who owned him gave a show, and many of the Monkey's friends were among the actors.THE STORY OF A CALICO CLOWNHe was a truly comical chap and all the other toys loved him greatly.THE STORY OF A NODDING DONKEYHe made happy the life of a little lame boy and did lots of other good deeds.THE STORY OF A CHINA CATThe China Cat had many adventures, but enjoyed herself most of the time.THE STORY OF A PLUSH BEARThis fellow came from the North Pole, stopped for a while at the toy store, and was than taken to the seashore by his little master.THE STORY OF A STUFFED ELEPHANTHe was a wise looking animal and had a great variety of adventures.
THE STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL
How the toys held a party at the Toy Counter; how the Sawdust Doll was taken to the home of a nice little girl, and what happened to her there.
THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE
He was a bold charger and a man purchased him for his son's birthday. Once the Horse had to go to the Toy Hospital, and my! what sights he saw there.
THE STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS
She was a dainty creature and a sailor bought her and took her to a little girl relative and she had a great time.
THE STORY OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER.
He was Captain of the Company and marched up and down in the store at night. Then he went to live with a little boy and had the time of his life.
THE STORY OF A CANDY RABBIT
He was continually in danger of losing his life by being eaten up. But he had plenty of fun, and often saw his many friends from the Toy Counter.
THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK
He was mighty lively and could do many tricks. The boy who owned him gave a show, and many of the Monkey's friends were among the actors.
THE STORY OF A CALICO CLOWN
He was a truly comical chap and all the other toys loved him greatly.
THE STORY OF A NODDING DONKEY
He made happy the life of a little lame boy and did lots of other good deeds.
THE STORY OF A CHINA CAT
The China Cat had many adventures, but enjoyed herself most of the time.
THE STORY OF A PLUSH BEAR
This fellow came from the North Pole, stopped for a while at the toy store, and was than taken to the seashore by his little master.
THE STORY OF A STUFFED ELEPHANT
He was a wise looking animal and had a great variety of adventures.