AT GRANDMA SHERWOOD'S Aside from his threatening face, red with rage, and stormy with indignation, Pompton's terrifying aspect was increased by the chauffeur's costume which he wore.

His goggles were pushed up on his brow, but his eyes darted vengeance, and the three gypsy women were completely cowed at the sight of him.
"You shall pay for this outrage!" he exclaimed; "and don't think you will be let down easy! Kidnapping is a crime that is well punished, and your punishment shall be to the full! I shall take these children away now, but don't think you can escape! I will see to that! Where are your men folks ?" Pompton was a large man, more than six feet high, and heavy in proportion, and as he towered above the frightened gypsy women, they could find no words to answer him.
"I'll find them for myself!" he exclaimed, and taking the children by either hand, he hurried them out of the tent.
As Pompton had surmised, the men had run away to the woods, and hidden themselves, for no trace of them could be seen.

The old basket-maker, too, had disappeared, and there was nothing to prevent their departure.
"Miss Marjorie, you're a wonder!" Pompton exclaimed, as they crossed the little bridge and made for the road.

"Now, how did you think to shout the very lungs out of you like that ?" "It was the only thing to do, Pompton; they wouldn't let us run away, so there was nothing to do but holler.

My! but I'm glad you came!" "Me, too!" cried King.