Frederick counted the beats of his heart through the blank silence. He felt impelled to reach forward to Tessibel,--to say something to relieve the white, tense face. His father was waiting for the squatter to take her departure. But Tess remained with the pail in her hand. Suddenly she lifted her streaming eyes to the minister's face. "I has been beaten.... And I air a-feelin' so--bad! Air I to have the milk? I needs it." Tess sobbed again, and continued, "I ain't a-carin' so awful about the lickin' as I does about havin' the milk." She came forward close to him, with searching sweetness in her gaze. The Dominie drew back, fearing the soiled dress would touch him. The girl was making the appeal to him alone, and a cloud of color gathered slowly over his face under her steady eyes. He regained himself, and replied, "No, you can't have the milk, no matter how much you may need it." "Some one'll die without it," she entreated again, lowering her voice, throwing no glance at the silent boy or shivering girl. "Then let them die," retorted the clergyman. "I do not believe you--anyway!" He was weakening a little, the attitude of his son and daughter striking him almost to consent. Frederick's eyes were filled with hauteur unusual to the boy, and Teola was clinging to his neck, weeping wildly. The children had never approved of his persecution of the squatters, but both of them could see that the girl had been caught in open-handed theft. "Father," Teola implored, "give the girl the milk. She says she needs it--" "Yes, Father," interrupted Frederick, "give it to her.... She won't steal again.... You won't, will you--girl?" This was the first word to her since that night he had lost faith in her. His voice seemed harsh; it fell upon her, numbing her senses. Her body went cold as if a frosty gust had struck it. "You won't steal again--ever? Will you?" demanded he. Tessibel struggled to speak. At last there came a fluttered confession, which made Teola Graves shiver like an aspen leaf. If she could only summon courage to tell her arrogant father the truth! She could not bear to look upon her squatter friend, nor upon Frederick's white face. "I has to steal," said Tess. "I has to have the milk.... I can't get it no way else." "There! There!" exclaimed the Dominie, with a derisive laugh. "If that isn't depravity, I don't know what is.... Now, then, miss, put down that pail, and go!" He strode forward and grasped the handle in his fingers. But Tess held it firmly. Her mind flashed to the child in the hut, smacking fiercely through the long night ... she thought of the morning, of the hungry gray eyes and the ceaseless baby whimper--and defied the minister. "I air a-goin' to have it," she insisted. "Take yer hand offen that handle."