Tess was standing between them, her glance turning first to Frederick, then to the Professor. She didn't fully understand his words, but she knew that Frederick had been hurt by something the lawyer had said. Young began to button his coat. He had thought the girl worth saving, and Frederick had ever been in his mind as the perfection of young manhood. His throat tightened; he looked at Tess and thought of his love for her. It was almost mastering him. Why should he suffer over such a girl, who insulted him even while he was trying to help her? Frederick stood up wearily. Professor Young ought to realize the situation, to remember that some shelter was necessary for him. Tess was stolidly arranging the table. "You do not know how I came to be here," said Frederick briefly. "It is enough that I see you here," replied Young. In a temper Tess slammed the oven door loudly. "She found me on the tracks," explained Frederick. "I escaped from the sophomores and she brought me here. I should have frozen to death otherwise--and I did not think that it might harm her." "It ain't hurt me," cried Tessibel coming forward. "He air the one what helped me get my Daddy Skinner out of trouble. He air my friend!" The rage of the girl when she wheeled impetuously upon him made the Professor catch his breath. He had been the one who had done all the work, had given her father a new lease of life. He had come now to tell her about the letter, and to hear her say that a lad with no influence whatever had done that which it would have been impossible for him to do, to hear Tess give the credit which should be his to Frederick made Young pass his fingers through his hair nervously, and wonder just what the student had done to gain such praise. His own love for Tess, his great desire, pleaded with him to believe in both the boy and the girl. Tessibel's soulful expression went far in giving back to Deforest Young the hope that had made his days brighter and filled the future with promise. "May I stay with you to dinner, Miss Tessibel?" he said, shaking his shoulders. "I did not understand ... In fact I had forgotten about the banquet. I am glad you helped Mr. Graves make his class dinner.... May I stay?" Frederick stepped forward, holding out his hand. "Thanks," he said brokenly; "I shall never forget this--in you." The clasping of the two hands and the smile on the lips of the student made Tess broaden her own. "Yep, jerk off yer coat, and eat," ordered she. "Air ye heard about Daddy?" "Yes." Young hesitated a moment. "What is it, Professor?" ejaculated Frederick. "Don't keep her in suspense." "Daddy ain't a-goin' to hang!... He can't!" Her eyes turned to Frederick. "'Cause ye said he couldn't." The boy flushed to the roots of his hair and glanced at Professor Young. Again she was giving the credit to Graves--credit the lad so little deserved. Frederick felt this, and muttered: "She doesn't understand yet what you've done, Professor--I'm sorry!"