and Freddie going along, riding to the place in the goat wagon drawn by
Whisker.

"Hark to what?" asked Bert.

"I thought I heard a noise," said the little girl. "Yes, there it goes
again, a sort of squeaky noise."

"It's a--it's a cat!" cried Flossie. "Oh, if it should be----"

Before she could finish one of the policemen flashed his lantern around
the sides of the cave, and then, from a dark corner, some animal came
slowly out.

"It is a cat!" cried Flossie.

"And it's our Snoop!" added Freddie. "Oh, we've got him back again!"

"Oh, goody!" cried Nan.

"Well, well," said Mr. Bobbsey, "everything is turning out right for you
children now."

"And Snoop really was in this cave!" exclaimed Bert.

And so it proved. Whether he had wandered off and had become lost in
some little hole of the cave, where he could not get out, or whether
the gypsies had stolen him, as they had Snap, the Bobbseys never heard.
But they knew they had their black cat again, and they were happy,
especially the little twins.

"I want to hug him!" cried Flossie, as the cat rubbed up against her
legs.

"So do I!" cried Freddie. "And I want to hug the head part. You can hug
the tail end!"

"That end doesn't purr!" exclaimed Flossie. "I want the end that purrs."

"You must take turns," said Mrs. Bobbsey, laughing. "You ought to be
glad you have Snoop back instead of quarreling about him. Well, we have
found nearly everything we wanted now, except that bacon some one took
the first night."

"I guess the gypsies got that," said Mr. Bobbsey. "It must have been one
of them who was sneaking around in the night, and who awakened the
children. They probably wanted to have something to eat in their cave.
But they've gone now."

"Yes, and they seem to have left something behind them," observed one of
the policemen. "I see something white over on one of the boxes they
used for a table. Maybe it's only some old papers, though."

Bert hurried over and picked up the white thing.

"It's a doll!" he cried. "Flossie, did you leave your doll here?"

"Nope," answered the little twin.

"A doll!" cried Nan. "Oh, maybe it's Helen's talking doll! Let me see,
Bert!"

But Bert had already pressed a spring and the doll began to call in a
queer phonographic voice:

"Mamma! Papa!"

Flossie and Freddie looked at one another.

"That's the noise we heard when we fell into the cave," they said.

"Then the gypsies did take Helen's doll after all, and b