Then there was a shout, and a sound of running footsteps crashing through the bushes, excited voices called, and presently between the trees came five or six of the gipsies hauling a man whose arms they had already bound with a rope. The Romany woman, herself as strong as any man, was helping with apparent gusto. When she saw Raymonde she ran to her. "We've got him right enough, lady!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "They're going to take him to the farm, and borrow a trap to take him to the jail at Ledcombe. We nabbed him by the brook as neat as anything. The other young lady's over there." "Aveline! Aveline!" called Raymonde, rushing in pursuit of her friend. The two girls clung to each other eagerly. They were both thoroughly frightened. "Let's go back to the camp," gasped Aveline. "I daren't stay here any longer. Oh! I was terrified when you left me!" "What's become of Mrs. Vernon?" asked Raymonde. Aveline did not know. In the hullabaloo of the pursuit the woman had been allowed to escape. She had the wisdom not to return to the camp, and was indeed never seen again in the neighbourhood. Great was the excitement at the farm when the gipsies brought in the German. Mr. Rivers himself undertook to drive them and their prisoner to the jail. Raymonde and Aveline had a thrilling story to tell in the marquee that night, where everybody collected to hear the wonderful experience, those who had already gone to their tents donning dressing-gowns and coming to join the interested audience. Miss Gibbs seemed divided between a sense of her duty as a schoolmistress to scold her pupils for undertaking such an extremely wild proceeding, and a glow of pride that her girls had actually succeeded in effecting the capture of an escaped enemy. On the whole, pride and patriotism prevailed, and the pair were let off with only a caution against madcap adventures. Raymonde found herself the idol of the gipsies at the strawberry gardens next day. "We're to have a big reward, lady, for copping that German!" said the Romany woman. "It'll buy us a new horse for our caravan. Will you please accept this basket from us? We wish we'd anything better to offer you. I'll teach you three words of Romany--let me whisper! Don't you forget them, and if you're ever in trouble, and want help from the gipsies, you've only to say those words to them, and they'll give their last drop of blood for you. But don't tell anybody else, lady; the words are only for you." "What was she saying to you?" asked Morvyth curiously. "I can't tell you," replied Raymonde. "It's a secret!" [Illustration: "RAYMONDE DREW A LONG BREATH OF INTENSE RELIEF, AND PEEPED OUT"] CHAPTER XIII Camp Hospitality