exhausted.

"Fool!" he cried, "Bring this woman to reason. This is a wild country,
and a family of gypsies would be missed as little as a litter of blind
puppies! Bring her to reason, I say, or I will murder every one of you!"

Once more shrugging those expressive shoulders which seemed to have a
language of their own, the gypsy said "Chicarona, you do not luf ze
leedle pindarri. Zell 'er to ze Buzno. Ee eez made of gol'."

As Baltasar uttered these words, he approached his wife and whispered
something in her ear at which she started. Turning with a sudden motion
to the stranger, she fixed her piercing eyes upon him and exclaimed,
"You zay you know ze parenz of zis chil'?"

"I do."

"You lie!"

"How, then, did I know that you had stolen her?"

"You guezz zat! Any vool gan guezz zat! I zdole 'er, but who I zdole 'er
vrom, you do not know any more zan you know why ze frogs zdop zinging
when ze light zhines."

"Ah! You did steal her, did you? Why do gypsies steal children when they
have so many of their own, and it is so easy to raise more, Chicarona?"

"Azk ze tiger why it zpringz, or ze lightning why it zdrikes! I will
alzo azk ze Caballero a queztion. What doez he wan' wiz zis leedle