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was about to speak. At that instant
there came distinctly through the wood
faint, trilling sound. Her face paled
n little. and the words died upon her
lips. Ingolby, having turned his head
as though to listen, did not see the
change in her face, and she quickly re
gained her self control.
II heard that sound before, he said
''and l thought from your look you
heard it, too. It's funny. 1t is singing,
isn't it?''
Eyes, it's singing" she answered.
"Who is it--some of the heathen
from the reservationf'
Yes. some of the heather, she an
swered.
HAS Tekewani got a lodge about
here?"
He had one here in the old days.
And his people go to it still-was
that where you were going when l broke
In on you
Yes, 1 was going there. am
heather. also. you know.
well. I'll be n heather. too, If
you'll show me how; if you think Ia
pass for one I've done a lot Of heather
things in my time.
She gave him her hand to say good
by.
"Mayn't go with you?" he asked
'' L must finish my journey alone,
she answered slowly. repeating a line
from the first English book she had
ever read.
That's English enough" he re-
sponded with a laugh. well. if I
mustn't go with you, I mustn't. but
my respects to Robinson Crusoe.' He
slung the gun into the hollow of his
arm. I'D like much to go with you,
he urged.
''Not today" she answered firmly.
Again the voice came through the
woods, n little> louder now.
''It sounds like n call" he remarked.
at is a call she answered-'th the
call of the heathcn.
An instant after she had gone on.
with a look half smiling, half for
bidding, thrown over her shoulder at
him.
I've a notion to follow her, he
said eagerly, and he took a step in her
direction.
Suddenly she turned and came back
to him.
Your plans are in danger-don' t
forget Felix Marchand, she said, and
then turned from him again.
''Oh, I'll not forget he answered
and waved his cap after her. NO, III
not forget, monsieur. he added
sharply, and he stepped out with light
of battle in his eyes.
s FLEDA wound her way through
"A the deeper wood, remembering the
things which had just been said be-
tween herself and lngolby, the color
came and went in her face. To no man
had she ever talked so long and int
mately, not even in the far off days
when she lived the Romany life.
Then, as daughter of the head of al
the Romanys, she had her place apart
and the Romany lads had been te"
who had talked with her even as
child. Her father had jealously guarded
her until the time when she fell under
the spell and influence of Lady Bar
rowdale. Here, by the Sagalac, she hat
moved among this pOlyglot people witt
an assurance of her own separatenes
which was the position of every girl IL
the West. but developed in her owl
case to the nth degree.
Never before had she come so near
not to a man, but to what concerned
man; and never had man come 81
near to her or what concerned her III
most life. 1t was not question o
opportunity or temptation-these al
ways attend the footsteps of those wh
would adventure but for long she ha
fenced herself round with restriction
of her own making; and the secrec
and stranseness of her fathers cours
had made this not only possible, but 4
a sense imperative.
The end of that had come. Galet!
daring, passion, elation, depression
were alive in her now, and in sens
had found an outlet in handtul
days-indeed since the day when Jethr
Fave and Max Ingolby had come int
her life. each in his own way, for goo
or for evil. If Ingolby came for good
,ben Jethro Fave came for evil. Sh
would have revolted at the suggestio
that Jethro Fave came for good
Yet, during the last few days, sh
had been drawn again and again towar
the hut in the wood. 1t was as thoug
n mower stronger than herSell ma
ordered her not to wander far trol
where the Romany claimant of herse
awaited his fate. AS though Jethr
knew she was drawn toward him, h
had sung the Gypsy songs which sh
and Ingolby had head in the distance
He might have shouted for relief in tn
hope of attracting the attention of SON
< passerby, and so found release an
brought confusion and perhaps punish
ment to Gabriel Druse; but that VIZ
rot possible to him. First and last
was Romany, good or bad; and 1t VIZ
his duty TO obey his Ry of Rys, the on
rule which the Romany acknowledge
Though he slay me, yet will l tru
him." he would have said. If he ha
ever heard the phrase; but in his stut
horn way he made the meaning OF Il
phrase the pivot of his own action.
he could but see Fleda face to face,
made no doubt that something wou
accrue 10 his advantage. He would n
Give no the hunt without struggle.
Twice day Gabriel Druse had plac'
sod and water inside the door Of =