"What is your name?" asked Dorothy, stepping closer to the stranger.

"Urania. But I'm going to change it. I don't believe in Urania any more."

"Then you are a Gypsy girl," spoke Nat. "I thought I'd seen you before."

"Yes, they say I'm a Gypsy girl, but I'm tired of the business and I'm going away."

"Where?" asked Dorothy.

"Any place as long as it's not back to camp. I left it to-night and I'm never going back to it again-never! never!" and the girl shook her disheveled head in very positive emphasis.

"Why?" asked Dorothy. "You're too young to be out alone and at night. You must be frightened; aren't you?"

"Frightened?" and the girl laughed derisively. "What is there to be afraid of? I know all the snakes and toads, besides the birds."

"Aren't there tramps?" inquired Nat.

"Perhaps. But it would take a slick tramp to catch me. Gypsy girls know how to run, if they can't read and write."

It seemed to Dorothy that this remark was tinged with bitterness; as if the girl evidently felt the loss of education.

"But you had better run back to the camp like a good girl," pleaded Nat.

"Come, we'll walk part of the way with you."

"Back to the camp! You don't know what you're talking about. I've started out in the world for myself, and could not go back now if I wanted to.

That woman would beat me."

"What woman?" Nat asked.

"The one my father married. They call her Melea. She has her own little girl and doesn't care for Urania."

"But where will you stay to-night?" inquired Dorothy, now anxious that the little Gypsy would change her mind, and run back to the camp at the foot of the hill before it would be too late-before she might be missed from her usual place.

"I was going to sleep under the bridge," replied Urania calmly, "but when I heard you talking I came out. I love to hear pretty words."

"Poor child," thought Dorothy, "like a little human fawn. And she wants to start out in the world for herself!"

"I heard what you said about going to Dalton," Urania said to Nat, as she tried to hide her embarra.s.sment by fingering her tattered dress, "and I was wondering if you could let me ride in the back of your automobile. I want to go to the big city and it's-it's a far walk-isn't it?"

"It would be a long walk to Dalton," replied Nat in surprise, "but Dalton isn't a big city. Besides, I could never help you to run away," he finished.

"Some boys do," Urania remarked with a pout. "I know people who run away.

They come to Melea to have their fortunes told."

Nat and Dorothy laughed at this. It seemed queer that persons who would run away would stop long enough to have their fortunes told by a Gypsy.

"And couldn't I ride in the back of your automobile?" persisted the girl, not willing to let so good a chance slip past her too easily.

"I'm afraid not," declared Nat. "I wouldn't help you to run away in the first place, and, in the second, I never take any girls out riding, except my cousin and her friend."

"Oh, you don't eh?" sneered Urania. "What about the one with the red hair? Didn't I see you out with her one day when we were camping in the mountains-near that high-toned school, Glendale or Glenwood or something like that. And didn't she come to our camp next day to have her fortune told? Oh, she wanted to start out in the world for herself. You would help her, of course, but poor Urania-she must die," and the girl threw herself down upon the gra.s.s and buried her head in the long wet spears.

Dorothy and Nat were too surprised to answer. Surely the girl must refer to Tavia, but Tavia had never ridden out alone with Nat, not even while he was at the automobile a.s.sembly near Glenwood. And Tavia could scarcely have gone to the fortune teller's camp.

"I say I have never taken out any girl without my mother or my cousin being along," Nat said, sharply, recovering himself.

"Then it was your girl with another fellow," declared the wily Gypsy, not willing to be caught in an untruth. She arose from the gra.s.s and, seeing the telling expression on the faces of her listeners, like all of her cult, she knew she had hit upon a fact of some kind.

"My girl?" repeated Nat laughingly.

"Yes," was the quick answer. "She had bright, pretty colored hair, brown eyes and her initials are O. T. I heard her tell Melea so."

The initials, O. T., must surely be those of Octavia Travers thought Dorothy and Nat. But Nat knew better than to press the subject further.

This cunning girl, in spite of her youth, he was sure, would make answers to suit the questions, and such freedom on the subject of Tavia (especially, now, when there were enough rumors to investigate), would simply be inviting trouble.

But Dorothy was not so wise in her eagerness to hear more. She wanted to know if her chum had really gone to the Gypsy camp from Glenwood, but she would not deign to ask if Tavia really went auto riding with some boys who attended the meet. That would be too mean even to think about! And besides, thought Dorothy suddenly, Tavia was sick during all the time of the automobile a.s.sembly.

"I can tell you more if you'll give me money," boldly spoke Urania. "I know all her fortune. I heard Melea tell her. I was outside the tent and I heard every word."

"I thought that was against the practice of the Gypsies," said Nat severely.

"Practice!" sneered the girl. "When a pretty girl comes to our camp I always listen. I like to find out what that kind think about! To see if they are different from Urania!"

"Come," said Dorothy to Nat. "We must go. It is getting late."

"And you don't want to hear about the girl that is going to run away to a circus?" called the Gypsy as Dorothy and Nat turned away.

"No, thank you, not to-night," replied Nat. "You'd better run home before the constable comes along. They put girls in jail for running away from home."

"Oh, do they? Then your red-headed friend must be there now," called back the Gypsy with unconcealed malice.

"What can she mean?" asked Dorothy, clinging to her cousin's arm as they hurried along.

"Oh, don't mind that imp. She is just like all her kind, trying to play on your sympathies first and then using threats. She was listening to us talking and picked up all she told us. She got the initials at Glenwood-likely followed Tavia and asked some other girl what her name was. I remember now, there was a Gypsy settlement there. That part's true enough."

"Perhaps," admitted Dorothy with a sigh. "I know Mrs. Pangborn positively forbade all the girls to go near the Gypsy camps, but some of the pupils might have met Urania on the road."

"That's about it," decided Nat. "But she ought to stick to the game.

She'd make a good player. The idea of waylaying us and pretending to have fallen down."

"It's hard to understand that cla.s.s," admitted Dorothy. "But I hope she'll not stay out all night. I should be worried if I awoke, and heard her walking about under the trees near my window."

"No danger," declared Nat. "I must go and see that the garage is locked.

She might take a notion to turn the Fire Bird into a Pullman sleeper."

Then, leaving Dorothy on the veranda with his mother, Nat went around to the little auto shed, fastened the door securely and put the key into his pocket.