He turned as if to go. What if it could be true, and Tavia was
throwing away the only chance she would ever have of learning the
truth?

"Where did you want me to go?" she stammered.

"Meet me at the old stone bridge to-morrow at three, and I will
convince you of the actuality of this wonderful inheritance--this
inheritance which you so long have been deprived of--which you have
been fleeced out of by my scheming Uncle Abe!"

His eyes flashed, and his voice trembled. Tavia thought she had never
before seen such glassy eyes, and the way he fastened them on her gave
her a most uncomfortable feeling. She even felt compelled to promise
what he asked, and she did so.

He sauntered off, leaving the girl's head in a whirl. Who was he, and
what did he know about her family?

He was right in his assertions about Dalton, also about her father.
Surely there could be no harm in listening to his story, and the stone
bridge was not far from camp.

Dorothy and Cologne were just appearing above the hill, Dorothy's
yellow head bobbing up like some animated flower.

"Oh, you dreadful girl!" called Cologne. "We thought the gypsies had
taken you."