Bruno looked up, and, seeing Lorenzo, ran to meet him, but immediately returned to the camp, whining, and barking, and seeming very uneasy. He, however, soon became quiet again, for he knew very well, or seemed to know, that it would require more of a man than Lorenzo to take the bowl away from the gipsies, and, consequently, that he must wait there quietly till somebody else should come.
Lorenzo tries to drive Bruno home, but Bruno will not go.
“Bruno,” said Lorenzo, speaking very sternly, “come home!”
Bruno paid no attention to this command, but, after smelling about the ground a little, and running to and fro uneasily, lay down again where he was before.
“Bruno!” said Lorenzo, stamping with his foot.
“Won’t your dog obey you?” said Murphy.
“No,” said Lorenzo. “I wish you would take a stick, and drive him along.”
Now the gipsies did not wish to have the dog go away. They preferred that he should stay with them, and be their dog. They had no idea that he was there to watch over the stolen bowl.
“Don’t drive him away,” said one of the gipsy women, speaking in a low tone, so that Lorenzo could not hear.