"All right," agreed Cora, "but it will be well for the boys to know about it. It shows that the man went to the Spray drug store, and that he must belong about here some place."
Meanwhile, Ed, Jack and Walter had done considerable searching. They followed what they took to be a trail, down over the railroad tracks, through swamps, and they finally brought up at an abandoned gypsy camp!
"They left in a hurry," declared Ed. "See, they had a meal here last night, at least."
The remains of food and of a campfire showed that his surmise was correct, and Jack made bold enough to pull down an old horse blanket that hung to the ground from the low limbs of a tree. "h.e.l.lo! Who are you?" exclaimed Jack, for back of the improvised curtain lay a man asleep!
The other boys ran to the spot.
"That"s him," whispered Ed, ignoring his education. "Look at the bandaged foot!"
The man turned over and growled. He was not asleep, but pretended to be, or wanted to be.
"Here!" exclaimed Ed, giving him a shove, "wake up! We want those spoons you borrowed last night!"
The fellow pulled himself up on his arms and made a move as if to get something in his pocket, but the boys were too many and too quick for him.
Ed and Walter had his arms secure before he had a chance to sit upright. Jack whipped out a strap, and while the fellow vigorously protested and exerted a desperate effort to free himself, the young men made him their prisoner.
"You stay here, and I will go for the officer," said Jack, having tied fast the man"s hands and noting that the sore foot would not permit of any running away.
"What do you want?" shouted the man. "If you don"t let me go, I"ll----"
"Oh, no, you won"t," interrupted Ed.
"A nice chap to break in on a couple of girls! Even robbers should have some honor," and Ed pushed the man back into the gra.s.s just to relieve his feelings.
"I didn"t do no breaking in," said the fellow, turning in pain. "I got kicked with a horse."
"A little iron broncho," remarked Walter, with a smile. "Well, that sort of kick stays a while. I guess you won"t feel like running after that horse. Did he run away?"
The man looked as if he would like to strangle Walter, but he was forced to lie there helpless.
Jack had gone. The officer, after hearing the story, decided to ask Cora to go to the swamp to identify the man. With this intention the two stopped at the cottage, and Cora promised to hurry along after them down to the abandoned camp.
"I can"t go this very minute," she said, "but I know the way. I will follow directly."
"No need to go into the woods," said the officer, on second thought.
"Just step down to the station house. We will have him there inside of half an hour."
This was agreed upon, and when Jack and the Constable had gone toward the camp, Cora, without telling Bess or Belle, who did not happen to see the man with Jack, slipped into a linen outing suit and started for the country police station.
The road led cross-cut through a lot. There were trees in the very heart of this big meadow, and when Cora reached a clump of birches she was suddenly startled to see an old woman shuffling after her. Cora stopped instantly. It was broad daylight, so she had no thought of fear.
"What do you want?" she demanded of the woman, whom she saw was an old gypsy.
"I--want--you, young lady!" almost hissed the woman. "Do not get Salvo into trouble!" and she raised a black and withered hand in warning, "or trouble shall be upon your head!"
"Salvo!"
"Tony Salvo! Liza has spoken!" and the old gypsy turned away, after giving Cora a look such as the young girl was not apt soon to forget.
But Cora went straight on to the police station.
CHAPTER VIII
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
Cora was pale and frightened. Jack and Ed had already reached the office of the country squire, where that official had taken the sulky prisoner. Walter went back to the cottage to a.s.sure the young girls there that everything would ultimately be all right.
From under dark, s.h.a.ggy eyebrows the man stared at Cora. He seemed to know of the gypsy woman"s threat, and was adding to it all the savagery that looks and scowls could impart. But Cora was not to be thus intimidated--to give in to such lawbreakers.
"Do you recognize the prisoner?" asked the officer.
"As well as I can tell from the opportunity I had of seeing him,"
replied the girl, in a steadied voice.
"What about him do you remember?"
"The beard, and the fact that he is lame. I must have hit him when I fired to give the alarm."
The man looked up and smiled. "Humph!" he grunted, "fired--to give--the alarm!"
"Pretty good firing, eh?" demanded the squire. "Now, Miss Kimball, please give us the whole story."
Again the man cast that swift, fierce look at Cora, but her eyes were diverted from him.
"The first time I saw him--I think it was he--was one evening when we were returning from a motor ride. I saw a man creeping around the cottage. He had that peculiar stoop of the shoulders."
"He"s got that, all right," agreed the squire.
"The next time I saw the person, whom I take to be this man, was last night, about midnight. I was aroused from sleep, and upon making a light in the hall I saw a man under the window. The next moment he jumped out, and again I saw the figure under the window."
Cora paused. Somehow she felt unreasonably nervous, but the strain of the night"s excitement might account for that.
"What have you got to say for yourself, Tony?" asked the squire.
"Not guilty," growled the man. "I was at the camp last night, and when the old folks were packing up I got kicked with that big bay horse.
Ouch!" and he rubbed the injured leg.
"Looks funny, though, doesn"t it, Tony?"
Jack and Ed were talking to Cora. "If you have finished with us, Squire Redding, we will leave," said Ed. "My sister is not used to this sort of thing."
"Certainly, certainly," agreed the squire politely. "I am much obliged for her testimony. I guess we will hold Tony for the grand jury.