"A farmhouse, I suppose," said King.
"Well, not just exactly a farmhouse," said the man, "but you go on, you youngsters, and whoever you see when you get there, tell "em Jim sent you."
"We will; and thank you, Jim," said Marjorie, suddenly remembering her manners.
"You"re welcome," said the man, and again his voice was gruff as at first.
"Somehow I don"t like it, Mops," said King, who had a troubled look on his face as they walked swiftly along the path indicated.
"Don"t like what?"
"His sending us over here. And I don"t like him; he didn"t look right."
"I thought he was very kind to tell us about the farmhouse, and if his voice is sort of gruff, I s"pose he can"t help that."
"It isn"t that exactly; but I think he"s a,--a--"
"A what?"
"Never mind; here we are at the place. Why, Mops, it isn"t a house at all! It"s a tent,--a lot of tents."
"So it is! It must be an encampment. Do you think there are soldiers here?"
"Soldiers? No! I only wish they _were_ soldiers."
As King was speaking, a young woman came walking toward them, smiling in an ingratiating way. Like the man, Jim, she was dark-haired and dark-skinned. Her black eyes flashed, and her smiling red lips showed very white teeth as she spoke kindly to the children.
"Come in," she said, in a wheedling voice; "come in; I love little boys and girls. What do you want?"
Marjorie began to say, "We want a drink of water," when King pinched her elbow as a sign to be quiet, and he spoke to the woman himself. "We don"t want anything," he said, "we"re just pa.s.sing by on our way to Pelton.
Good-morning."
Grasping Marjorie"s arm he turned to go away, but the woman stopped him, saying, "Oh, don"t go so quickly; come in and rest a moment, and I will give you a drink of milk, and then you can go on to Pelton."
"Yes, let"s do that, King," said Marjorie, looking at her brother, amazed at his ungracious actions.
But King persisted in his determination. "No, thank you," he said to the woman in a decided way; "you"re very kind, but we don"t care for any milk, and we must go right on to Pelton."
"And I say you must stay right here," said the woman, in much sterner tones than she had used before, and taking the children each by an arm, she pushed them ahead of her inside of the largest tent.
CHAPTER V
HELD CAPTIVE
Then King"s fears were realized. He had suspected these people were gypsies, and now he discovered that they were. Inside the tent were three or four men and women, all of the dark, gypsy type, and wearing the strange, bright-colored garments characteristic of their tribe. They did not seem ill-disposed toward the visitors, but welcomed them cordially, and one of the women went at once for a pitcher of milk, and brought it, with two gla.s.ses, which she set on the table.
King was not exactly frightened, for they all seemed pleasant and kind enough, but he couldn"t help remembering how gypsies were credited with the habit of stealing children, and holding them for ransom. "But only babies," he thought to himself; "I don"t believe they ever steal such big kids as Marjorie and me."
King was fifteen, and tall for his age, and as he looked at Marjorie he realized that she was a big girl, too, and he felt sure they were beyond the age of being kidnapped. But as he noted the furtive glances which were cast at them by the gypsies, he again felt alarmed, and glanced at Marjorie to see if her thoughts were like his own.
But they were not. Marjorie was chatting gaily with the good-looking young woman who had brought her into the tent, and she was accepting an invitation to have a gla.s.s of milk and a cracker.
As an old gypsy woman poured the milk from the pitcher into the gla.s.s, she turned her back to Marjorie, but King"s alert eyes could see her shaking a small portion of white powder into the milk.
Like a flash it came to King what it all meant! They were kidnappers, these wicked gypsies, and they meant to put some drug in the milk that the children drank, so they would go to sleep, and then the kidnappers would carry them away!
King thought rapidly. He couldn"t let Marjorie drink that milk,--and yet if he made a fuss about it, they could easily overpower him. He determined to use strategy.
"Let me pa.s.s the gla.s.s to my sister," he said, jumping up, and going to take the gla.s.s from the old woman who had poured it. Unsuspectingly, she let him take it, but as he turned, he stumbled, purposely, against the table leg, and spilled all the milk on the ground.
"Oh, excuse me," he said, politely. "Now we shall have to go without a drink of milk! But we are just as much obliged, and we bid you good-morning. Come, Midget."
Marjorie was at a loss to understand King"s actions, but she knew her brother well enough to know that his tone and his look meant that something very serious was the matter, and she was quite ready to obey him without knowing why.
But though he grasped her arm, and endeavored to lead her out of the tent, they were suddenly stopped. Two stalwart men who had been sitting in shadow at the back of the tent came forward, and grasping the children"s shoulders, pushed them back into their seats rather roughly.
"You set down there!" said one of the men, "and don"t you move till you"re told to! We ain"t decided just what to do with you yet, and when we see fit, we"ll tell you, and not till then, so you just keep still!"
Marjorie suddenly sensed the situation. These people were enemies, not friends! She understood King"s efforts to get her away, and she remembered, too, his misgivings as they were on their way across the field.
Moreover, it was she who had insisted on coming, and so she felt, in a way, responsible for what had happened to them. She jumped to her feet as soon as the man let go of her shoulder, and cried, with flashing eyes, "I will not keep still! What do you mean by treating me like that? Don"t you know who I am? We"re Maynards! We"re Edward Maynard"s children,--and everybody loves the Maynards!"
"Oh, they do, do they!" said the man who had spoken before. "Then that"s a mighty good reason why we should keep you here a little while."
"Keep us here!" stormed Marjorie, not at all realizing that they were being kidnapped, but merely thinking these people were playing some sort of a joke upon them. "Why should you keep us here? We want to go on."
"You want to go on, do you?" And the man fairly snarled at them; "well, you can"t go on, and you may as well understand that! Didn"t Jim send you?"
"Yes, Jim sent us," said Marjorie, remembering what the man who was weaving the basket had said.
"Then if Jim sent you, you"re here to stay. And as it"s just impossible for you to get away, there"s small use in your trying! So you may as well make the best of it, and if you don"t want your bread and milk you needn"t eat it, but if you do, you can have it. There, now, I"m speaking fair by you, and you may as well behave yourselves."
"Speaking fair by us!" exclaimed Marjorie, who was as yet more indignant than frightened. "Do you call it speaking fair by us to tell us that we must stay here when we want to go on! You are bad, wicked men!"
"Yes, little Miss," was the answer, with a shout of laughter, "we _are_ bad, wicked men! Now what are you going to do about it? You don"t fancy for a minute that you can get away, do you?"
This silenced Marjorie, for there was no answer to such a question. Her rage had spent itself in her impetuous speech, and she knew of course that two children could not get away from this band of villains if they were not allowed to do so. But she did not cry. Her feelings were too wrought up for that. She sat where they had placed her, and tried bravely to conceal the fright and fear that were every moment growing stronger within her. She gave one imploring glance at King, and he came over and sat beside her. He took her hand in a tight clasp, implying that whatever happened they would face it together.
"Keep "em there for the present," growled the man who seemed to be the spokesman, and then he and the other man went away, leaving the children in care of the three gypsy women.
Although apparently the women paid little attention to their young prisoners, King and Midget could easily see that the eyes of their jailers were ever alert, and watching their slightest movement. Had they tried to cut and run, they would have been caught before they reached the door. But no heed was paid when they whispered together, and so they were able to hold a long conversation which was unheard, and even unnoticed by the others.
"You know, Mops, what has happened?" whispered King.