loose. He'd make trouble for us.
Hurry up, you fellows, get things out of the way!" he called to the
other gypsies, and they began taking things off the table as though they
were going to leave.

But Flossie and Freddie did not care about that. All they knew was that
they had found Snap, and that they were going home with him to Twin
Camp. And Snap was as glad as were they.

"There you are!" said the gypsy in rather a growling voice, as he led
the children to where a big patch of sunlight shone into the cave. "I
guess you can find your way home from here."

Flossie and Freddie ran on, Snap going ahead, and, to the surprise of
the twins they found themselves at the mouth of the cave--the same place
where they had taken shelter from the rain the day they were in the
drifting boat.

"Why, look here!" cried Freddie. "Isn't this funny, Flossie? We've come
out of the same cave we were in before. How did we get in?"

"I don't know," answered the little girl, "'cept maybe it's a fairy
cave an' changes."

But it was not that kind at all. The children had only fallen down a
hole at one end of the cave, and when the gypsy man led them through
they came out at the other end, where they had first gone in. Snap
barked and ran down to the edge of the lake to get a drink of water.

"He's glad to come out," said Flossie.

"Awful glad," agreed Freddie. "So'm I."

"Me, too," added the little girl. "I wonder how he got in there?"

"I guess the gypsies took him," said Freddie. "They liked him 'cause he
is such a good dog. I'm so glad we've got him back. Now if we could get
Snoop back we'd be all right, wouldn't we, Snap?" and he put his arms
around the dog's shaggy neck, while Flossie patted his back.

Happy because they had found their dog, and not worrying at all about
having been so nearly kept prisoners by the gypsies in the cave, the two
little Bobbsey twins hurried away from the cavern. They were anxious to
get back to camp to tell the others how they had found Snap. And the
dog seemed just as anxious to get away from the cave as were the little
boy and girl.

Every once in a while Freddie would turn and look back, and when his
sister asked him why he did this he told her he was looking to see if he
could see the black cat.

"She ought to be easier to find than Snap," he said, "'cause she was
with us here on Blueberry Island, and Snap must have been taken by the
gypsies in Lakeport." Afterward they found that this was