e another
for a moment and then Bunny said:

"That _is_ our pony Toby!"

"I know it is!" exclaimed Sue. "Oh, Bunny, how are we going to take him
home?"

"I--I'll think of a way--maybe," said Bunny. The little boy felt that he
must be brave and not let Sue know he was afraid. Really he was not as
much afraid as some other boys of his age might have been, because he
was thinking so much about Toby. He was so anxious to get his pony and
take the pet home that he did not think about himself.

"Can we get out of here without her seeing us--or the dogs?" asked Sue,
after a while.

"I don't know," answered Bunny, and he whispered, as his sister had
done. "I--I'll take a look," he went on.

Slipping softly from his chair he peeped out through a little crack
between the tent flaps.

"Is she there?" Sue asked.

"No, but that man is--the one that wouldn't let us take Toby. He's lying
on the grass right in front of the tent."

"Can you see Toby?" asked Sue.

Bunny peered out a little longer.

"No, I can't see the pony," he answered. "You come and look, Sue. The
crack's big enough for both of us."

Sue stood beside her brother. She, too, saw the gypsy man stretched on
the grass, and near him were some dogs.

"Splash isn't there," she said.

"No, maybe he's tied up in the woods," said Bunny. "I wish we could find
him. Oh, I wish daddy knew we were here. He'd make the gypsies let us
go, and he'd take Toby for us."

"Maybe he'll come and get us," suggested Sue, hopefully.

"Maybe," agreed her brother. "Oh, I wish we could see Toby!"

The children looked out as well as they could between the tent flaps.
They dared not make the crack any wider for fear the man in front might
see them. They saw gypsy men, women and children hurrying to and fro,
and loading wagons. Some tents were being taken down.

"I guess they're moving," said Sue.

"They're afraid we'll tell the police on them--that's what the woman
said," remarked Bunny. "I guess they did steal our pony, and they're
afraid they'll be arrested. Yes, they are moving the camp, Sue."

And this was just what the gypsies were doing. They were going away in a
hurry, too. Every one, except the man on the grass in front of the tent
where the children were held prisoners, seemed to be busy.

"Do you think they'll take us with them when they go?" asked Sue, after
a bit.

"No, they wouldn't take us along," said Bunny.

"But gypsies do take children," went on Sue. "D