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Updated: June 1, 2025
"I am not angry with you, any more than I am afraid of you now. If you stay here something dreadful will happen to you both. You would not like to go to prison, would you, and stay there all through this summer, and the next winter, and the summer of next year, when you might be traveling the road with your brothers?" "Make them keep quiet, Peter," cried Lolla, furiously.
"Well, it's all over now, Dolly, and, after all, you had to save both of us in the end." "That was just a piece of luck, and a trick, Bessie. It didn't take any courage to do that and, beside, if it hadn't been for you I would never have had the chance to do that. I wonder why Lolla let you have her knife to cut those cords about me?"
Then, repentant, she released her shoulders, but repeated her question. "You mean John, my man?" said the girl, a quiver in her tones. "I do not know, he was not at the camp last night. I was afraid. I think he does not love me any more." Something about the way she spoke made Bessie pity her. "What is your name?" she asked. "Lolla," said the gypsy.
Peter, my friend, comes to take my watch. He will see to it that she does not suffer for food. And he will keep her safe for me. Out of my way!" He brushed Lolla aside roughly, and strode off down the trail that Bessie had followed. For a moment, while she could hear the sound of his retreating footsteps, Lolla did not move. But then she raised herself, a smile in her eyes, and beckoned to Bessie.
After all, it was all, and, possibly, more, than she had expected to accomplish when she had plunged into the woods after the gypsy and his prisoner, and she felt that she ought to be satisfied. So she hurried at once up the path that Lolla pointed out, leaving the gypsy girl below as a guard.
At first she said not a word; only looked up at him with her black, brilliant eyes, in which Bessie could see that a tear was glistening. "Lolla! What are you doing here?" At the sight of the girl John had started, nervously.
"We are not angry with you, Lolla," she said, kindly. "No, nor with John. You love him, do you?" Lolla gave no answer, but looked up into Eleanor's face with eyes that spoke plainly enough. "I thought so. Then you do not want him to go to prison? Try to make him tell why he did this. If he will do that, perhaps he can go free, and you and Peter, too.
Oh, come, Lolla, you will never regret it!" "Did you not hear him say that Peter was coming? Peter is his best friend; they are closer together, and are more to one another, than brothers. If we tried to escape with her now, Peter would find us, and his hand is heavy. We should do your friend no good, and be punished ourselves. We must wait. But hurry, before he comes.
He had smiled in a confident manner while Lolla had made her threats, and Bessie thought he regarded the girl as a child in a temper, but sure to come to her senses before she actually put him in danger. What to do next was a problem. Bessie, when she had followed the rough path until it led to a trail, was completely lost.
Lolla, you fool, I love you, only you. I want her to win a ransom. They will pay to have her back, those Americans." Lolla had guessed right when she had said that this would be his plea. But Bessie was surprised, and thought Lolla must also wonder at his telling her such a story. Lolla looked scornfully at John. "I am no baby that I should believe such a tale as that," she said witheringly.
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