"I ha' found Dent," continued Granger, rubbing his rough sleeves across his mouth in a furtive manner. "I told him about Will, and he's willing to go to the police-court to-morrow--that is, ef you're agreeable." "I agreeable, father?" Bet laughed excitedly. "You know my mind on that; and so does Dent. Why, I could almost find it in my heart to call him a good feller, ef he saves my lad." "Ay, Bet--that's just it." Granger shuffled again, and would not meet his daughter's eye. "He wants you to call him a good feller; he wants you to be werry particular kind to him, seeing as he won't stir hand nor foot to save Will Scarlett until you takes yer oath as you'd wed with him. Ay, that's it, Bet--you ha' got to face it; by no other means can you set that lad of yourn free. You ha' got to face it, and Dent must have his answer to-night." Bet did not speak at all for about a minute. "I feared as this might come," she said at last In a queer voice. "I did hope as God Almighty might have spared me. But it weren't to be. It's miles worse nor giving up my life." She had been kneeling by her father; now she started to her feet, and wrapped the plaid shawl about her head and shoulders. "I'm going to Hester," she said. "I'll give you your answer when I comes back." CHAPTER XXI. Bet walked quickly through the streets. She pushed back her hair under her plaid shawl: her eyes looked bright, and her step was once more firm and erect. "There are all kinds of love," she kept muttering to herself--"all kinds-there's the love that gives, and the love that gets. Seems to me that mine must be the love that gives."