Andy shook his head.
"I never done it, mister," he denied positively.
"Tell me how it happened! If I'm going to help you, you must tell me the truth."
This wasn't what Young had intended to say at all.
"Andy ain't a liar," came from Tess.
"Tell me every word," urged Young.
The dwarf curled himself into a little ball and began.
"Well, us was all in a saloon at the Inlet, an' old Waldstricker, he come in with a nuther man, an' they both got a drink an' t'uther man went out. Me an' Owen Bennet were settin' at the table, ... Waldstricker he says somethin' nasty 'bout squatters an' ... Owen went fer 'im.
Waldstricker pulled 'is gun. I knocked it out o' his hand an' Owen grabbed it up offen the floor an' sent a bullet right through Waldstricker's heart. Then us uns beat it, I mean me an' Owen, an' when they caught us ... he put the shootin' on me. I didn't do it, an' Owen knows I didn't."
Young was very quiet during this recital. He was considering the eager, boyish, upraised face.
"I hope ye believe me, mister--sir--please do," Andy pleaded.
Deforrest Young crossed his legs, smoothed his hair with one hand, and sat back in his chair.
"I think I do," he nodded presently. "Only I am placed in a very peculiar position. By rights I ought to send you back--then help you afterward if I can."
Tessibel sat up, her eyes wildly frightened.
"Ye couldn't do that!" she cried. "Ye couldn't do that! Don't ye remember a day on the rocks, when I was awful sad, an' you said, 'Tess, if ye ever want me to do anything for ye, come and tell me.' Didn't ye say it?"
Young bowed his head.
"I air askin' it now," said Tess, throwing out her hand. "I air beggin'
ye not to send Andy back. Let 'im stay with me. I promised Daddy I'd take care of 'im."
"Lie down again and be quiet, child," urged Deforrest, sadly. "You don't want to make yourself sick.... Hush, you mustn't cry!... Oh, child dear, will you please stop shaking that way?"
He had forgotten that when Tess loved any one, she would battle until her death before she gave him up.
"Then don't send little Andy back, an' I'll be awful good," she pleaded.
Young sat for some time, one hand on Tessibel's, the other beating a tatoo on the arm of Daddy's wooden rocker.
"I suppose," he said at length, as if speaking to himself, "I'll be highly criticized if any one finds out about this irregular proceeding.
Nevertheless--" He turned to Tess. "I'll go quietly to work and see what I can do. In the meantime, dear child, you can't stay here in this house."
"But I promised Daddy I'd take care of Andy here, an' I air goin' to.
Him and me can live here all right."
Young sighed. There was the same stubborn tone in her voice she had used in those days when her father was away in prison, and he had argued with her to leave the settlement.
"Well, at any rate," he said after a while, "I'll take time to consider it, and then we'll decide something."
Ten minutes later he was riding slowly up the hill, and as the past panoramied across his mind ... and evolved itself into the present, he shook his head. Tessibel had separated him from his family, had made him a stranger to his best friends. Would she now, by holding to Waldstricker's convicted murderer, deprive him of his honor?
CHAPTER XXX
SANDY COMES TO GRIEF
The Skinner home was resting in its winter calm. Daddy Skinner was gone.
Andy still crept about the dark garret, and Tessibel passed her days in study, performing the few duties the small shack required.
When Deforrest Young had gone away a few days after Daddy's funeral, he'd smiled into her eyes and had bidden her to be of good courage.
Henceforth, he said, she was to be his charge. She felt a little lighter hearted. It made her happier, too, to think he knew about Andy Bishop and was going to help him.
The only person she feared was Sandy Letts. She'd not seen him since that day in the church when he had tried to draw her nearer the minister. Bitterly angry, she knew he must be. That he had delayed his revenge so long seemed to her rather menacing than comforting.
Her mind was drifting back over all the events of the past few months, when a shadow passed over the curtain at the window. She stole to the door and placed her ear to the latch. From that position she could plainly hear creeping footsteps crawling closer.
With her ear glued to the crack, she listened. There was no sound now of walking. The outsider was listening, too. Suddenly, he knocked heavily.
Tess glanced to the garret. The dwarf's face was not in sight. Then the knock came again.
"Who air there?" Tess called, her breath catching.
There was no answer, save another knock.
Tessibel spoke once more. After a pause, Sandy Letts' voice came gruffly to her.
"Open the door, Tess. It air me, Sandy."
"What do ye want?" demanded Tess.
Sandy growled inarticulately, gave a kick to the floor, and rattled the latch.
"I want to come in, I said. I air goin' to talk to ye!"
Tessibel thought of Ben Letts and of how he, too, had demanded entrance to her home in just such a manner as his cousin was doing now. She glanced about for something with which to protect herself if needed. She wished with all her soul the brindle bull were with her then in the shanty.
Sandy gave another rough pull at the latch-string.
"Open the door, Tess," he growled again, "or I'll bust it down."
Tess knew Sandy would carry out his threat, and, if he broke down the door, his temper would be worse than now. She muttered a prayer to quiet the terror in her heart, and slipped up the bar. Sandy, gun in hand, stepped into the kitchen, and Tess closed the door.
"What do ye want, Sandy?" she questioned.
"I want to talk to ye, what do ye 'spose I want?" he flung out, swaggering his shoulders.