"Nothing," said Pine roughly, and rose heavily to his feet. "Mind your own infernal business, and mine also. Go back and show that letter to Garvington. I want my tribe to stay here."
"My tribe," laughed Silver, scrambling to his feet; and when he took his departure he was still laughing. He wondered what Garvington would say did he know that his sister was married to a full-blooded Romany.
Pine, in the character of a horse-coper, saw him out of the camp, and was staring after him when Chaldea, on the watch, touched his shoulder.
"I come to your tent, brother," she said with very bright eyes.
"Eh? Yes!" Pine aroused himself out of a brown study. "Avali, miri pen. You have things to say to me?"
"Golden things, which have to do with your happiness and mine, brother."
"Hai? A wedding-ring, sister."
"Truly, brother, if you be a true Romany and not the Gentile you call yourself."