"Richard Darling. What's yours?"
"Hugh Blacklock."
"You're the boss of this outfit, I suppose?"
The gypsy shook his head.
"Miriam is the head of our branch. There are seven of us, besides the children."
"Miriam!" said Dick. "That's a woman's name."
The man nodded.
"What's her other name?"
"That is the name she goes by. Perhaps you would like to see her? If you cross her palm with a piece of silver she will tell your fortune."
"I suppose that's the way you live—by telling fortunes?"