Miss Greeby turned on her sharply, but before she could speak there was a sound of many voices raised in welcome.
"Sarishan pal! Sarishan ba!" cried the voices, and Chaldea started.
"Ishmael!" she said, and ran toward the camp, followed leisurely by Kara.
Anxious to see the great Romany, whose arrival caused all this commotion, Miss Greeby plunged into the crowd of excited vagrants.

These surrounded a black horse, on which sat a slim, dark-faced man of the true Romany breed.

Miss Greeby stared at him and blinked her eyes, as though she could not believe what they beheld, while the man waved his hand and responded to the many greetings in gypsy language.

His eyes finally met her own as she stood on the outskirts of the crowd, and he started.

Then she knew.