"One of the squatters, then?"
The red head sank again. This time a decided shake of the shining curls made the denial.
Hoping to avoid further examination, the girl tried to rise to her feet, but the questioner's hand pressed her back.
"Don't ask me," she entreated. "I'm better now."
She tried to smile, but the sweet lips trembled. Young hadn't seen her so stirred in all the years of her residence in his house. He'd been able to hold his love in check while he saw her happy and content, but her present pitiful state broke down the barriers he'd erected and hardly conscious of the change in his attitude, he kissed her.
Tess drew away sharply. The strange new quality in his caress aroused an answering thrill the length of her body. In that moment she discovered how deeply she loved Deforrest Young.
"Don't ... don't kiss me! Never, never kiss me again."
What was it she had said? The man felt his heart contract with a shooting pain.
"Why, child, I've kissed you since you were a little girl.... Why shouldn't I?"
"I don't know, I don't know," she faltered. "Somehow it's different, now."
Something in her tones, some dejection in the bowed head brought the man's hand from the shrouding curls. His heart began to live again, to come forth from beneath his stern will and make known its own desire.
"Tess," his voice tense with emotion, "will you marry me?... Will you, Tess?"
The girl got to her feet, swaying. Marry him? Her fingers twisted together as her eyes dropped before the expression of his. He, too, was on his feet, holding out his arms.
"I'd ... marry you," she confessed haltingly, "but I can't."
"Is it Boy?" demanded Young. "Why, child, don't you know I love him almost as if he were my own?"
"I can't," wailed Tess, again. "How I wish I could!"
"You saw some one today, didn't you, Tessibel?"
She nodded affirmatively, but volunteered nothing further.
"I must know," cried the man. "Don't you see, child, you've just told me--Tess, look at me."
The drooping lids raised slowly.
"Tess, when you said you desired to marry me, did you mean--oh, you meant you love me, child dear, didn't you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Then, can't you see your love for me and mine for you makes it necessary I should know everything? Some one today--tell me, dear."
"Waldstricker came down--" Tess paused, but trembled on. "I was talking to--"
"Who?" ejaculated Young, fiercely. "Who?"
"The baby's father."
Shocked by her unexpected answer, he dropped into his chair and covered his face with his hands.
"Don't feel that way," she whispered. "Listen, I'll tell you about it.... Boy ran to the rocks with Pete, and I went after him. I found him there with--with--"
"Oh, Tess," groaned Young.
"His father's been away a long time," the girl went on, "and now he's back, and he wanted to see the baby, and then I sent Boy home and Waldstricker came--"
"My God! won't you ever tell me who was there with you?"
Boy's mother bowed her head, and through the red hair came two trembling words, just one whispered name that seared the man's heart like flames.
"Frederick Graves."
Only one long shudder showed the listener's agony. Tess, too, remained quiet, her veins bursting with pulsing blood. She could not tell him the rest, Frederick hadn't told, neither could she. Her promise on the rocks, so many years ago, still bound her.
The lawyer lowered his hands, and the whiteness of his face drew Tessibel to her knees beside him.
"I've always made you sad," she murmured. "I'm sorry, forgive me."
"Just tell me ... all," he insisted.
Then she began at the beginning and told him over again how Boy had gone to the rocks with Pete and she went after him. At the part where Frederick had taken her in his arms, she faltered. In the light of the wonderful, new love for Deforrest, she couldn't go on!
"Won't you let me ... keep the rest?" she implored.
"No, I will not!" groaned the man. "I will not!"
"Then, let me stand up."
She got up slowly and stood looking out of the window.
"He kissed and kissed me," she said, choking, "and just then Waldstricker came and ... saw."
"Oh, God help me!" the heavy voice pleaded.
Tess knelt again. His supplicating cry aroused her faith to vivid activity. Deforrest had prayed, "God help me!" and, oh, so differently than the same words used by Frederick a short time previous. He was bearing pain for her. Hadn't she suffered, too, and time and again called into the heart of the Infinite for help? And always at the times needed, it had come. God would surely help her friend. Tess forgot herself in her ardent desire to comfort him.
"He will help you, dear," she whispered. "He'll always help when you ask Him. Didn't He get Daddy Skinner out of Auburn and He kept Andy with me in the shanty till we came to you? Oh, I know He'll help you and me, Uncle Forrie."
The loving appellation, taught Boy when first he could lisp, roused the man as perhaps nothing else would have done. The three of them still needed him, needed him more than ever. He was there at their sides like a wall of stone, to defend, to love and protect. And whatever happened, Tess loved him!
He drew her to her feet and smiled a twisted smile into the lovely face.
This day had started another epoch in their lives. She had said God would help, and he had learned many lessons from the squatter girl. For the first time in his life he understood something of the overwhelming faith of Tessibel Skinner. Yes, he would be helped!
The girl's next words cut off his thought.
"Waldstricker said he'd hurt Boy," she said, flushing, "but, but--"