Tess got up again and faced them ... disgraced and outcast might be, but she must be loyal to her promise.
"Don't ask me that, sir," she pleaded, bewildered, flinging a terrified glance toward the door. "I air goin' now, an'll never come no more, but don't ask me to say nothin', please."
She turned into the aisle as Griggs stepped from the platform. She directed an appealing glance toward him that cut the man's heart through like a knife.
"I want to go," she repeated. "Please!"
"Not yet," broke in Waldstricker, grim-jawed. "It's the duty of this church to teach you a lesson if it can."
Tess looked helplessly at the row of stern men. What did they intend to do to her? Oh, if they'd but let her go back to Daddy Skinner!
"Please let me go home to my daddy," she pleaded faintly. "I'll never come no more, but I can't--I can't talk."
Waldstricker walked toward her menacingly.
"You've got to talk," he gritted, grasping her arm. "You've simply got to answer what the pastor just asked you."
Tess flashed him a look of abhorrence. Oh, how she hated this man!... It seemed to her that he killed for the sake of killing ... tortured for the pure joy of it. She set her teeth hard on her under lip, shaking his hand from her arm.
"I won't talk!" she cried. "You let go of me! See? You touch me again an'--an'--I'll--I'll--"
She paused for some fitting threat. Would no one help her? No, not a friendly face met her searching gaze. If she could get to the door--out into the snow, under God's grey sky! But as if divining her intention, the elders gathered in an accusing squad in front of her. Frederick remained in his chair by the window, apparently oblivious to the tragedy being enacted in his presence.
"I wish ye'd let me go home to my Daddy Skinner," she prayed again.
Her curls fell in a cluster over either shoulder as she sank to her knees in the aisle.
Waldstricker whirled upon Griggs.
"_Make_ her tell us what we must know," he insisted, "or by the God that rules this house, I'll have her sent to some place where incorrigible girls go!"
Incorrigible girls! He had said incorrigible girls of her, Tessibel Skinner, who obeyed even a glance from any one she loved. Desperately, she made a direct appeal to him.
"My daddy's near dead, Mr. Waldstricker. Please don't send me away from him, not yet--not just yet."
"Then answer what we ask of you, child," interjected the minister. "I think Brother Waldstricker has some questions to ask you."
Waldstricker drew a paper from his pocket.
"How old are you, Tessibel Skinner?" he demanded.
"Over half past sixteen," whispered the girl's white lips.
She _was_ over half past sixteen. There was no harm in telling that. It wouldn't hurt Frederick for the church people to know her age.
"Are you a member of this church?"
Tessibel lifted her head. "Ye all know I air."
"Then answer this," shouted Eb. "Who is the man that made you unfit for decent people to speak to?"
The wobegone face hid its crimson tide in two quivering hands. The end of the shining red curls swept the floor. Frederick made no sound.
"Who is he?" insisted Waldstricker once more.
"I can't tell," moaned the girl.
"I'll make you tell," he threatened, infuriated.
"I won't!" reiterated Tess, raising her head. "I can't."
Madelene's sad, tearful face flashed through Waldstricker's mind with the suspicions she had aroused against Frederick. Like an angry horse, his nostrils lifted and sniffed the air. Fury against this girl rode in his heart.
"You needn't tell us the man's name," he taunted triumphantly. "We already know it."
Up struggled Tess to her feet and thrust back the tawny curls feverishly. If they knew, then Frederick had told them.
"And you've got to marry him," Waldstricker's hoarse voice came to her ears.
Why, she was married to him!... that long ago night. If he had told them anything, why had he not told them all? She dared not look around, but waited breathlessly.
"We've decided," Ebenezer proceeded, "that if you consent to our plans, you will suffer no further disgrace. You can go away with your husband and have your home--"
Tess grew dizzy ... this time with joy. She had been given back her husband, her Frederick! Waldstricker had used the word "home." A home with--with--His voice broke in upon her dreams brusquely, creating grotesque figures in her brain. What was he saying? She turned dilating eyes toward him.
"Lysander Letts! Lysander Letts!" Waldstricker shouted again.
The door at the side of the pulpit swung open and Sandy slouched in and came forward.
"Here's your woman," the elder continued, looking from Tess to the squatter. "Take her, and may God forgive you both for the sin you've committed."
Tess stood rigidly waiting. She didn't turn her head toward the oncoming man; rather she centered a prolonged gaze upon her persecutor. When she felt some one pause at her side, she moved away, still without speaking.
"Parson Griggs, marry the man and woman," roared Waldstricker.
Excitedly he tossed the damp hair from his forehead, his cheek muscles working involuntarily. His scheme was near its fruition. Tessibel Skinner was almost married. Already Ebenezer could see, in his mind's eye, how happy Madelene would be when he brought her the news.
The big, dark-faced squatter was standing beside the red-headed girl, and Silander Griggs was hurriedly hunting through a book for the marriage ceremony.
"Make it short," gritted Waldstricker to the minister.
Tess stood as if she had died standing, her face devoid of blood even to the lips. Misery, deep and unutterable, rested upon the white face. When she raised her eyes and saw Letts at her side, and Griggs with an open book in front of her, she wheeled away without a word.
"Marry him!" cried Waldstricker.
"No," said Tess.
"Letts, take hold of her hand," commanded the elder.