“In view of Blake’s rescue, I think we might,” suggested Mrs. Bonnell, and soon a merry little party was gathered under the dining canvas. “And, Oh, girls!” cried Natalie. “Do you know what I was thinking of when that constable was telling why he thought he wanted me?” “Probably wondering how you’d like to live on bread and water,” suggested Alice. “I believe that is what prisoners receive.” “Nothing of the sort!” exclaimed Natalie. “But when he told how this Hadee—which may be Gypsy for Hattie—when he said how she told the farmer’s wife fortune, and then left with the pocket-book, I was thinking of Mabel’s mother’s ring. That girl gave the same name, you know.” “That’s so!” exclaimed Mabel. “The two cases are just alike. This Hadee may be a professional larcerner, to speak in polite language. Oh, boys! Can’t you locate her camp, and make her give back mother’s ring?” “I never thought of that,” spoke Blake. “There may be something in it. Fellows, shall we have a try?” “Where is the camp?” asked Jack. “I don’t know, but if Jackson can get on the trail, I should think we could,” went on Natalie’s champion. “Let’s think about it, anyhow.” “And if you boys don’t find it, maybe we can,” put in Alice. “You girls! You’d never dare go off in the woods alone, looking for a Gypsy camp; you’d get lost!” declared Phil. “That shows how little he knows about the Camp Fire Girls!” exclaimed Marie. “Know then, rash youth, that we are instructed in the following of trails—Gypsy as well as Indian—that we know how to ‘blaze’ our way as well as do your boy scouts, and that, while we may not be adepts, still we can read some signs of woodlore. Can’t we, girls?” “We can!” came in a chorus. “I know that moss grows on the South—no, the East side of a tree!” said Alice. “At least I think it does. And the East star——” “North star—moss on the North side, too!” broke in Mabel. “How forgetful you are, Alice.” “I know I am. Anyhow, do you think we could find this Gypsy camp?” “We’ll find it for you,” promised Jack. “What do you say to a trip on the water this afternoon?” “In the launch?” asked Mrs. Bonnell. “Unfortunately the launch is out of commission,” explained Blake. “Jack was trying to fix the carburettor and he got it out of adjustment.” “I did not. It was broke before I touched it!” declared Jack indignantly. “Anyhow the boat’s gasolene circulation seems to be wrong,” went on Blake. “It runs backwards like a crab, instead of forward. So I guess we shall have to take to the oars. We have sent for a boat-doctor.” “I’d like to row,” ventured Natalie. “My canoe holds two very nicely,” put in Blake, quickly. “And it’s as wabbley as a fellow just learning to skate,” declared Jack. “Come with me, Nat, in my good old tub.” “After the gallant manner in which I saved her from the clutches of the law? I guess not,” exclaimed Blake. “You’ll come canoeing, won’t you, Natalie?” “I think so—for a little while,” she promised.