As though Jethro knew she was drawn towards him, he had sung the Gipsy songs which she and Ingolby had heard in the distance.

He might have shouted for relief in the hope of attracting the attention of some passer-by, and so found release and brought confusion and perhaps punishment to Gabriel Druse; but that was not possible to him.

First and last he was a Romany, good or bad; and it was his duty to obey his Ry of Rys, the only rule which the Romany acknowledged.

"Though he slay me, yet will I trust him," he would have said, if he had ever heard the phrase; but in his stubborn way he made the meaning of the phrase the pivot of his own action.

If he could but see Fleda face to face, he made no doubt that something would accrue to his advantage.