"Then you have settled here as a sort of winter quarters. During the rest of the year you travel about the country, eh?"
The man nodded.
"We travel from place to place, staying as long as we choose. You do not look like a country boy. You have come here from some town or city."
"That's right. I belong in New York. It happens, however, that I own this piece of property."
"You do?" said the man, with an accent on the "you," looking Dick over curiously.
"Yes."
"You object to our being here, perhaps?" said the gypsy, with a frown.
"On, no, as long as you intend to start off in the spring."
"What is your name?"