"Can't ye see, Andy dear," she proceeded solemnly, "it air harder to get a mountain out of yer way than 'tis to stay out of prison." "Mebbe 'tis," conceded Andy, brightening. "I never thought of it like that." "But ye must begin thinkin' quick," ordered Tess. "Now every minute of the day ye air to say over an' over verses I show ye. And the man who helps folks move mountains'll keep ye right in this shack.... I air thinkin' that'd suit ye some, huh?" Andy looked at her meltingly. "I'd ruther be here than any place in the hull world," he murmured in reverent humility. "Then," avowed Tess, "I air a goin'--Oh, Andy, I got to tell ye somethin', honey, an' I--" "What?" gasped Andy, faintly. Tess paused an instant. "Burnett's pell-mellin' down from Auburn after ye," she blurted. "I just heard it at Young's." Andy's face blanched to the hue of death. He had been so satisfied--so secure in the little garret under the protection of his friends, and now he would have to go back after all. "Burnett?" he repeated almost inaudibly. "Burnett's comin' after me?" Tess reached out and touched him. "But he ain't knowing ye air here," she asserted hastily. "An' he ain't a goin' to know it uther. An' I tell ye, Andy, if ye'll learn yerself that verse 'bout the mustard seed, it'll keep ye here." "I'll learn it, brat," promised Andy, but he seemed as if turned to stone. "But what be we goin' to do, kid?" asked Skinner, a look of helplessness wrinkling his face. "I dunno," replied Tess, with her hand still on the dwarf's arm. And that was true, too! Tessibel didn't know just at that moment what she could do to save Andy from the officers, but of one thing she was certain; that beyond where the birds flew, and above the fast-moving clouds, and over all and under all, was an arm and a love upon which she had leaned and trusted, and they had never failed her. With this thought deepening the red-brown eyes, she turned and looked first at her Bible-backed father and then at the little dwarf. "There air one thing ye both got to do," she instructed them. "Ye got to stop yer worryin' an' ye got to stop bein' 'fraid." Andy's jaw dropped. "Stop bein' 'fraid!" he muttered. "Stop bein' 'fraid! God, Tessibel, ye don't know what it means to allers be in the shadow of the prison, you don't." "Oh, yep I do," interposed Tess, blandly, "'course I do. Weren't Daddy Skinner there? An' Daddy never'd got out in this world if it hadn't been for a helpin' hand; the same'll help you, Andy." "She's talkin' of Professor Young," grunted Orn, glancing at the dwarf. Tess turned to her parent impatiently. "I ain't nuther talkin' about Professor Young, Daddy. I ain't goin' to tell him Andy's here 't all! I'll tell you both who I mean right now." The men leaned forward, the dwarf's head shooting out like a turtle's. "Who d'ye mean?" he entreated brokenly. The color mantled Tessibel's brow and swept in rich waves over the lovely, earnest face.