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Bessie knew the ground well by this time, and, one by one they passed the landmarks she knew so well, until they came at last to the cross path which had brought Bessie back to the trap Lolla had prepared for her. And there they came upon a startling interruption of their journey.
But a moment's reflection convinced Bessie that, for the time at least, it would be far wiser to leave matters in the hands of Lolla, the gypsy girl, who understood this man, and, if she feared him, and with cause, did so from reasons very different from Bessie's. For a moment after he came in sight John did not see Lolla.
She heard Lolla's voice, raised loudly, arguing with a man who answered in low, guttural tones. What they were saying she could not distinguish, but somehow she understood that Peter had come even sooner than Lolla had feared, and the gypsy girl, at the risk of angering him, was trying to warn her, so that she might not descend the trail and so stumble right into his arms.
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.
Even now, for a wild moment, the thought flashed through her mind that perhaps Lolla had been unable to help herself; that Peter might have insisted on coming back, and that Lolla was forced, in order to be of help later on, to seem to fall in with his plans. But Lolla herself soon robbed her of the comfort that lay in such a thought. "You thought I would betray my people!" she cried, shrilly.
And behind her, as scared as she was herself, came Peter, the big gypsy, shaking in every limb. "A fine mess you made of things letting them escape," growled John, as he saw his two compatriots. "If I hadn't found them on the trail, by sheer luck, they'd have been back at the lake by this time." "Let them go for heaven's sake, let them go, John," wailed Lolla.
Bessie watched the pair, so different from any people she had ever seen at close range before, narrowly. She was intensely interested in Lolla, and wondered mightily what the gypsy girl intended to do. But she did not have long to wait. Lolla, with a little cry, rushed forward, and, casting herself on the ground at her lover's feet, seized his hand and kissed it.
He was trembling, and casting nervous glances behind him, as if he were more minded to make a break and run down the trail. "Climb yourself! I shall stay here," he retorted. And Lolla, without further hesitation, sprang into the branches of the tree and began to climb. As she did so the mysterious voice sounded again. "You cannot see me, yet," it said. "You can only hear me.
"Then he was just playing a joke when he said he wanted to marry me?" "Yes, I think so, because I don't think he was foolish enough to think he could ever really get you to do that. I did think so at first, but if that had been so I'm quite sure that Lolla wouldn't have helped him." "She'd have been jealous, you mean?"
For a moment Bessie stared at the two gypsies, their eyes glowing with malicious triumph, and delight at her shocked face, in such dazed astonishment that she could not speak at all. She had been completely outwitted and hoodwinked. She had trusted Lolla utterly; had made up her mind that the girl's jealousy was not feigned.
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