He snatched it from her slender fingers, and his wife moved back. She looked more closely into his face and the exaltation shining in his eyes frightened her.
She followed him into the drawing room and closed the door. Patiently, she waited until her husband had thrown himself into a chair and was looking at her.
"What is it, dear?" she murmured.
"I have your brother just where I want him," fell from his lips.
"Now, what's Deforrest done to displease you?"
"I've found Andy Bishop in his house!"
The woman couldn't believe her ears. It could not be! She mustn't take him seriously.
"Oh, how perfectly ridiculous!" she said, relieved.
"It's true enough," replied Ebenezer, getting up. "There's no doubt about it, and the prison yawns for him and for that Skinner girl, too.... No! no!... You needn't beg for 'em. I won't hear it!... They've done enough to me.... Now, it's my turn!"
"Ebenezer," gasped Helen, "don't do anything you'll be sorry for. If Forrie has had the dwarf there, let him tell you why. If you put him in prison for it, I couldn't--I couldn't live with you!... Can't you understand that?"
"As you please, madam. I shall do my duty, even if the criminal is your brother."
"But you couldn't get along without Elsie and me."
She was very near him now, having taken little steps while she was speaking.
"Without Elsie!" he mocked. "I don't have to live without Elsie. You can do as you please, but my daughter stays with me, and your brother, my dear, and the woman he's living with--go to jail."
CHAPTER XLVI
SANDY'S COURTING
Sitting on the porch late that afternoon, Professor Young heard from Tess of the coming of Sandy Letts.
"And, Uncle Forrie," she continued. "I can't understand why he went away so quickly."
"Perhaps he thought I was around somewhere."
"Perhaps," meditated Tess. "But I don't think so. You see, Andy was looking out of the window. Oh, dear, I've told him not to, but he's always trying to see what Boy's doing. You don't think Sandy saw him, do you?"
The unpleasant consequences of Andy's discovery rushed through the lawyer's mind. To be sure, he'd lived with this possibility ever since he'd brought the squatters from the shack, but the lapse of time had developed a sense of security which the girl's question rudely shattered.
"I hope not. What time did you say that Letts was here?"
"About dinner time," said Tess.
"Well, now it's after five. If he'd seen him, they'd have been back before this. What does Bishop think about it?"
"Oh, Andy's quite sure Sandy didn't see him, ..." Tess explained, shaking her head.
"Anyhow, it's no use to worry, honey," smiled Young.
The next morning three men in a wagon passed the Kennedy farm. Ebenezer Waldstricker was driving and beside him sat Lysander Letts. Alone on the back seat sprawled the big sheriff, a half-smoked cigar between his teeth.
When they reached Young's barn, they left their rig and walked quietly toward the house.
"You don't want to give 'em any chance to get the dwarf out of the way, sir," said the sheriff. "We'd better get in without their knowing we're here."
"Yes," agreed Waldstricker.
They'd rounded the porch and were in the living room before Deforrest Young and Tessibel Skinner were aware of their coming. The officer held a revolver in his hand. Leering triumphantly, Waldstricker spoke to Young.
"We want Andy Bishop."
The lawyer turned to the sheriff.
"Put up your gun, Brown, you won't need it," he ejaculated. "Here, child," to Tessibel, who had risen from her chair and started for the stairs. "Wait a minute. Sit down."
Tess sank into a chair, white-lipped and silent.
"I suppose there's no use trying to hide him any longer?" continued Deforrest, turning back to the officer.
"No, I reckon not, Mr. Young.... Where's the dwarf, Professor?"
"Upstairs. I'll call him," replied the lawyer.... Then glancing at the girl, "You go and get him, Tess."
"Let me git 'im, sheriff," Sandy thrust in. "I'd like the job, sir. Eh?"
"Mebbe I better myself. It's my duty to take him."
Tess smiled at the speaker and getting up moved a step toward him.
"Let me bring 'im, sir," she entreated. "I'll get 'im. Please let me!"
Charmed by her beauty and the sweetness of her voice, the sheriff glanced doubtfully from the frowning elder to the lawyer.
"Mebbe it isn't quite regular, but if Mr. Young says it'll be alright, I'm willing," he decided finally.
Young nodded, and Tess rose and started toward the stairs. Passing Sandy and Waldstricker, she had to draw aside her skirts to avoid touching them.
The dwarf, seated on the floor beside Boy, was mending a train of cars when Tessibel's white face appeared at the door.
"Andy," she said, trying to speak calmly. "Remember about the hands stronger'n Waldstricker's? Nobody can hurt you. But--but--"