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Leaving him there, Waldstricker hurried to the lake and filled his hat with water, and returning, bathed the stricken man's face and neck. In a few moments, the faintness passed, and Frederick drew himself to a sitting posture against the rocks. "You great brute! It's like you to strike a sick man," the white lips taunted, as soon as their owner could speak.
In their defense, eager to hinder him, her quick thought sought his purpose in coming to the shack. Could it be about Mother Moll, she wondered. She would ask him. Looking up at Waldstricker, she addressed him timidly, "I hope, sir, ye ain't mad at Mother Moll any more?" Waldstricker, intent upon his idea of interesting her in the search for his father's murderer, waived her question aside.
She wanted to hear them from Frederick! Miss Waldstricker whirled suddenly to bring him into the conversation. "Mr. Graves.... Ah, yes, of course, you know Miss Young, and this and this is Miss Skinner, Mr. Graves." Then Frederick bent over Tessibel's hand, and her fingers shook in his.
"Tessibel," interrupted Skinner, gravely fearful. "Ye said jest now Waldstricker were a goin' to marry Young's sister. That makes them two families kinda like one. Ye bet Young'd stand by his sister's man.... See?... Besides that, Young air a lawyer, an' if ye tell 'im about Andy, it'll sure be 'is duty to pinch 'im an' put 'im back where he were."
"Please!... Please!... Me an' the baby won't be any bother to you!... We'll jest love ye always an' forever, me an' the baby will.... "Ye could save us that way! Ye needn't tell 'em anythin' but that!" Suddenly another thought took possession of her. "What else did Mrs. Waldstricker say?" she demanded. "What were ye both wantin' me to do?" "Mr.
"Perhaps," responded Young, in a meditative manner. Waldstricker looked at Helen smilingly. "I think I started to give you an account of what happened yesterday," he said. "Did I tell you I came to see you, dear?" Helen sat down and resumed her work. "Yes, Ebenezer, but I was out!" she smilingly nodded. "I'm so sorry. If I'd known, I wouldn't have gone to town!" "It didn't matter at all."
Waldstricker touching her made her turn suddenly. The cold wind from the door just opened by the officer, swept her hot face. She flashed her eyes past him to the vast open stretches of winter, and there, standing in the lane, smiling directly back at her, was Deforrest Young. God in his own good time had sent her hands stronger than Waldstricker's.
Tessibel's fingers turned upward and closed over his, and they stood thus a moment, Waldstricker contemplating them through half-closed lids, one corner of his mouth superciliously curled. "You haven't told me where you were going to take her," Deforrest insisted. Bitter anger rose in Eb's throat.
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 "
"Yes, sir," the officer replied obsequiously. "You're sure you haven't anything else?" "Quite sure, sir," was the answer. "That being the case," said Deforrest, quietly, "I'll match it with with this." He drew from his pocket another paper which he tendered the officer. After the man scanned it, he handed it without a word to Waldstricker. The elder in his turn read it through.
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