The blood left Waldstricker's face, so that it looked like carved marble. "So 'tis so," he got out, "and you admit it, you cur, and you dared to marry my sister? Now, as God lets me live, you'll both suffer for this, and as for you, Tessibel Skinner, look out for that bastard of yours!" The squatter girl uttered a heart-broken cry, and turning, fled around the rocks into the lane and up the hill. CHAPTER XLII A MAN'S ARM AT THE WINDOW It seemed to Tess that her feet were leaden, as if she could never traverse the distance between the ragged rocks and the house. The interview with Frederick had been a terrible ordeal, and she was sick with disgust from his odious kisses. Waldstricker's untimely appearance and his stinging taunts hurt and frightened her. She knew he would do his worst and that Frederick wouldn't or couldn't help it. The desire to get Boy into her arms, to keep him from the men below urged her on. Wildly, she fled through the orchard, crying as she went. "Boy! Mummy's Boy! Where's Mummy's Boy?" Gasping for breath, her voice ejected the words explosively. Exhausted, she sank upon the top step of the porch. The long run up the hill had been almost too much, but in a moment, she lifted herself, still calling and panting, and stumbled into the house. "He's upstairs with Andy," said Young, looking up from his book. Then, alarmed by her appearance, he jumped up and hurried to her. "What's the matter, Tess? Tell me." "Where's the baby?" she demanded hysterically, clinging to him.... "Tell me where my baby is." Drawing her into an easy chair, Deforrest attempted to quiet her. "Boy's upstairs with Andy. Hush, hush, child! Don't cry like that!... Oh, my little girl!... What is it?... What's happened? Tell me ... quick!" But Tess couldn't speak. She only clung to his arms, trying to stifle her gasping cries. Just then Boy's clear laugh came pealing down the stairway, a conclusive comfort to his mother's heart. When her extreme agitation had subsided. Professor Young sat down and called her to him. As of old, when first he had heard her lessons in his home, she dropped at his feet, resting her curly head against his knee. "Now I want to know what's frightened you," said he, softly. The girl made a gesture of refusal. "I can't tell it," she replied, under her breath. "It's too terrible! It's too awful!" "There's nothing too terrible for me to know," answered Young. "What happened while you were out?" "Don't ask me to tell you, Uncle Forrie," pleaded Tess. "I can't! I can't!" "Tessibel," demanded the lawyer, "was it Sandy Letts?" "Oh, no, no, not him!" The man pondered a moment. "Was it--" "Please don't ask me any more questions." She lifted a crimson face. "I was foolish, I suppose, but I thought, I thought the baby--" "Some one threatened Boy! Was that it, Tessibel?" he cross-questioned. "Yes." The murmured answer was scarcely audible. "One of the squatters, then?"