"Lordy, no, Tess, 'course not! He's tougher'n cow's tripe.... Sit down, brat, an' I'll tell ye about it.... Don't be shakin' so. It were like this! I was stoppin' Sandy from tryin' to git ye an' when I pushed 'im back, he kicked his own gun an' got a bullet in his big, fat leg, that air all." "It was awful," cried Tess, wiping away her tears. A slight smile played around Jake's lips, and showed a few of his dark teeth. "Brat," he chuckled, "Sandy ain't done to his death by no means, an' you didn't have nothin' to do with it, nuther did I. 'Twere his own cussedness that put that bullet in his leg. There air one blessed thing, he won't be comin' round here for a long time yet botherin' you; so cheer up, an' be glad ye air a livin'." Then Jake went away, leaving the girl and the little man in the garret, comforted and happier than they had been in many a day. CHAPTER XXXI WALDSTRICKER'S THREAT Something had happened in the house of Waldstricker. Since the churching of Tessibel Skinner, everything had been topsy turvy. The criticism heaped on Ebenezer for his part in it had only served to make him more arrogant at home and abroad. One morning at breakfast, Frederick being absent, Madelene was alone with Ebenezer and his wife. "Put down your paper a minute, Eb," said Madelene, "will you?" Scowling, Waldstricker let the paper rattle to the floor. "What do you want now?... I can't have a minute's peace. What is it?... More money?" "_No_, nor nothing to do with it, Ebenezer. I want to ask you something, and do be quite frank with me. Does Fred ever go to see that Skinner girl?" The man's heavy brows drew into a straight dark line above his eyes. "He'd better not," he gritted between his teeth. "That isn't the point," answered Madelene. "Does he?" "I don't believe I'd give myself much concern about that if I were you," he said presently. "I understand that man Letts, Sandy Letts, who is working for me on the Bishop matter, still wants to marry her." "Of course she won't as long as Frederick--" Waldstricker interrupted her. "If Frederick does go there, he won't long when Letts finds it out." Madelene's eager glance brought the unmatched lips aslant of each other. "I don't think he'll go often," he repeated. "I'll see to it myself. She can marry Lysander Letts or--" "Or what?" Madelene's elbows came to the table, a hand on each cheek. "Oh, Ebbie, do tell me! I'm so miserable about her. I wish she was dead!" "But, Ebenezer," said Helen, "it seems awful for such a refined girl to marry such a man!" The elder's uplifted hand came down on the table with a bang, and higher mounted his proud lip. He ignored his wife's pleading speech, but answered his sister's. "So will Miss Skinner wish she were dead before I'm done with her," said he. "Why?"