?"

"Me? Oh, no. I'm a _boy_!" said Bunny quickly.

But, all the same, his father noticed that the little fellow's legs were
moving more and more slowly, and finally Mr. Brown said:

"I'll carry you a little way, Bunny boy! It will rest you!"

And how glad Bunny Brown was to hear his father say that! Though he
never, never would have _asked_ to be carried. But, of course, if daddy
offered to do it that was different; wasn't it?

Picking his little boy up in his arms, Mr. Brown carried him along the
road, perhaps for five minutes, and then Bunker Blue, peering through
the mist, exclaimed:

"I see some tents and wagons over in a field near some woods!"

He pointed, and Mr. Brown said:

"I guess that's the gypsy camp all right! Yes, that's what it is!"

"Then please let me walk," said Bunny quickly. "I'm not tired now."

He did not want the gypsies to see him in his father's arms.

Mr. Brown, Bunker and Bunny turned into a field, and walked toward the
tents. They could be seen more plainly now, with some wagons drawn up
among them. As the three walked along they saw a tall man come from one
of the tents toward them.

"That's the gypsy!" exclaimed Bunny in a whisper. "That's the man that
wanted to buy our pony!"

It was, indeed, Jaki Kezar, and he smiled his pleasant smile.

"Ah, ha!" he said, as he caught sight of Bunny. "It is the little boy
who owns the trick pony! Have you come to sell him to me?" he asked.

Bunny Brown did not know what to say. Was Toby in the gypsy camp?

CHAPTER XXII

"THERE'S TOBY!"

Standing in the storm, at the edge of the gypsy camp, Bunny Brown, his
father and Bunker Blue looked at the dark man with the gold rings in his
ears. This man--a gypsy with white teeth--did not seem to mind the rain,
though he had on no yellow coat, "sou'wester," cap or rubber boots. But
then, perhaps, he had just come out of the tent.

"Did you come to tell me you would sell me the little trick pony?" he
asked again. "If you did I am glad, for I would like to have him. But I
am sorry you came in such a storm."

Bunny did not know what answer to make, and so turned to his father. Mr.
Brown did not smile as did the gypsy man. Maybe Bunny's father felt a
bit angry.

"Is your name Kezar?" asked Mr. Brown of the gypsy man.

"It is, yes, sir, Mr. Brown. My name is Jaki Kezar, and I am the chief
of these gypsies. Sometimes they call me the gypsy king, but we have no
kings. I am just a leader