"I know where he was last night, Lolla, yes. He came to our camp and
carried my friend away. You remember, the one who was with me yesterday,
when we looked at your camp? That is why I am looking for him. He says
he will make her marry him later on; that he will keep her with your
tribe until she is ready."

Lolla's tears ceased suddenly, and there was a gleam of passionate
anger in her eyes.

"He will do that?" she said, angrily. "My brothers, they will kill him
if he does that. He is to marry me, we are betrothed. You do not know
where he is? You would like to find your friend?"

"I must, Lolla."

"Then I will help you, if you will help me. Will you?"

Lolla looked intently at Bessie, as if she were trying to tell from her
eyes whether she really meant what she said.

"Oh, I wish I knew whether you are good; whether you speak the truth,"
cried the gypsy girl, passionately. "That other girl, your friend. She
wants my John. So--"

Bessie, serious as the situation was, could not help laughing.

"Listen, Lolla," she said. "You mustn't think that. Dolly--that's my
friend--thinks John is good looking, perhaps, but she hasn't even
thought of marrying anyone yet, oh, for years. She's too young.