like two savage beasts who have met on a narrow path and are about to
fight for its possession. It was not an unequal match. The man's eyes
regarded the woman with a proud and masterful determination. The woman's
seemed to burn their way into the inmost secrets of the man's soul.

Chicarona was a remarkable character. In her majestic personality, the
virtues and the vices of the Spanish Gypsy fortune-teller were
incarnate. The vices were legion; the virtues were two--the love of
kindred, and physical chastity--the chastity of the soul itself being
unknown.

"We are wasting time gazing at each other like two sheep in a pasture.
Will you sell the girl?" the horseman asked, impatiently.

"I will nod!" she answered, with proud defiance.

"Then I will take her by force!"

"Ah! What could nod ze monkey do, if he were alzo ze lion!"

"I am the lion, and therefore I must have this lamb!"

"Muz? Say muz to ze clouds; to ze winz; to ze lightningz; but not to
Chicarona!"

"If you do not agree to accept a fair offer for this girl, you will be
in jail for kidnapping her in less than one hour!"

At this threat, the brilliant black eyes emitted a shower of angry
sparks, and she exclaimed in derision, "Ze Buzno will dake us do brizon,