CHAPTER IV.
SECRETS.
The scouting crowd apparently did not catch the name, so busy were one and all in welcoming the newcomer.

But the man on the horse saw Miss Greeby's startled look, and noticed that her lips were moving.

In a moment he threw himself off the animal and elbowed his way roughly through the throng.
"Sir Hubert," began Miss Greeby, only to be cut short hastily.
"Don't give me away," interrupted Pine, who here was known as Ishmael Hearne.

"Wait till I settle things, and then we can converse privately." "All right," answered the lady, nodding, and gripped her bludgeon crosswise behind her back with two hands.

She was so surprised at the sight of the millionaire in the wood, that she could scarcely speak.
Satisfied that she grasped the situation, Pine turned to his friends and spoke at length in fluent Romany.