"Wait a minute. Was she with old Zelaya's tribe?"
"Yes," cried Helen. "That is the name of the Gypsy queen."
"And the other gal?" demanded the man. "Where is she?"
"That's what I ask you," said Tom, anxiously. "My sister escaped from them, but they recaptured the other girl."
"Sure o' that?" he demanded.
"Yes, I am!" cried Helen. "I saw them drag her back through the woods to the encampment."
"When was this?"
"Not far from six o'clock this morning."
"By gravey!" ejaculated the man. "She ain't with 'em now. I been all through them vans, and seen the whole tribe. There ain't a white gal with 'em," said Mr. Peck, with confidence.