ore so now than
when he had been a wild boy!

"You do not know me, Miss Fielding?" he said, his eyes twinkling and a
warm blush rising in his cheeks.

"You--you are so changed!" gasped Ruth.

"Yes. Mr. Cameron is a fine man," said the boy, nodding. "I like him. He
do all this for me," and he made a gesture that included his new outfit,
and flashed her another brilliant smile.

"Oh! how it does improve you, Roberto!" she cried.

"_Robert_, if you please," he said, laughing. "_I_ am going to be
American boy--yes. I have left the Gypsy boy forever behind--eh?"

Ruth fairly clapped her hands. "Do you mean all that, Robert?" she
cried.

"Sure!" he said proudly. "I like America. Yes! I have been here now ten
years, and it suit me. And Mr. Cameron say I can go to school and learn
to be American business man. That is better than trading horses--eh?"

"Oh, isn't that fine!" cried the girl of the Red Mill. "Now, where are
you going to take me?"

"To the hotel. Mr. Cameron will wait breakfast for us," declared the
lad, and in ten minutes Ruth was greeting her chum's father across the
restaurant table.

"And I suppose you are just about eaten up with curiosity as to why I
sent for you?" Mr. Cameron asked her, smiling, when Robert had gone out
on an errand.

"Just about, sir," admitted the girl.

"Why, I want to tell you, my dear, that you are likely to be a very
lucky girl indeed. The five thousand dollars reward----"

"You haven't found the necklace?"

"Yes, indeed. That has been found and identified. What I want you for is
so you can identify that old Gypsy, Queen Zelaya. I did not want to
force her grandson to appear against her before the authorities. But you
can do so with a clear conscience.

"Queen Zelaya will be sent back to Bohemia. She has a bad record, and
entered the country secretly some years ago. Your evidence will enable
the Federal authorities to clinch their case, and return the old woman
to the country of her birth.

"It is not believed that she actually stole the pearl necklace, but it
is plain she shared in the proceeds of all the Gypsies' plundering, and
in this case she took the giant's portion.

"We could not prove robbery upon her, but she can be transported, and
she shall be," concluded Mr. Cameron, firmly.

This was what finally happened to Queen Zelaya. Her clan was broken up,
and not one of them was ever seen in the neighborhood of the Red
Mill--or elsewhere in that county--again