Suddenly, in the middle of all the noise and when the children were fully occupied searching in the grass, Jocelyn looked at his wrist-watch and exclaimed in consternation, “Goodness, gracious, I'm due in Hunstanton in twenty minutes. Shan't I catch it for being late?” and running over to his motor-cycle, he jumped into the saddle and with a smiling wave of his hand, was off like the wind.
For about half a minute or so he was expecting every moment to hear a harsh voice calling upon him to stop and asking where the kerchief was, but, had he only known it, the gypsy was every bit as anxious for him to get away as was he himself. For a very good reason, too, as during the excitement of scrambling for the coins, upon a whispered injunction from her husband, the woman had sneaked over to the
