Oh, he couldn't mean to desert her now when she needed him so--needed him more than she had even in those days when the shadow of the hateful rope hung over her beloved father; even when Teola's child had been thrust upon her, and Ben Letts had daily menaced her desolate life. She was still for so long a time Frederick feared she'd fainted. "Tess!" he spoke sharply. "What?" But it didn't sound like Tessibel's voice answering. "Will you hear me out, dearest?" he pleaded. "Oh, won't you listen to me?" Surely she was listening intently. He had never spoken when she had not given loving heed, if she were within the sound of his voice. Frederick attempted to raise her face to his, but with a pathetic little word of protest, she slipped from his arms, and fell face downward to the rocks. The tortured boy would rather have had her scream, strike at him, anything, than sink into that accusing, forlorn prostration! "Tessibel! Tess!" he cried. "Whatever I do can't separate you and me. It can't! I swear not to let it!" He stooped and drew her gently to a sitting posture. "No, I won't let it!" he reiterated excitedly. "I won't! No other woman _could_ ever take your place. Can't you see, Tessibel? Can't you understand what I'm telling you?" "Nope," whispered Tess. "I ain't able to understand. Oh--" She lifted a white, twitching face. "Oh, don't go 'way an' leave me! Not now--not just yet!" "But you said," he entreated, "you've always said, honey, you'd stand by me, and you will, won't you? This is the only way you can help. You will, dear, please!" "I 'spose I air got to," she stammered, shivering. "Course I do everything ye want me to. But--but--tell me ... why." "It's just like this," Frederick explained reluctantly. "My mother needs--money. She's got to have it. She's already borrowed a lot of Waldstricker and ... even our lake place is mortgaged to him. His sister loves me--" The speaker felt the slender body recoil as from a blow. "Tess!" he cried, "I don't love her. Oh, can't I get you to understand anything? If you tremble that way, you'll drive me mad. I'm only going to marry her.... Well, to pay the money, that's all." He cut and clipped the words as though he hated them, yet finished his explanation determinedly. As keenly as a darting flame, it burned into Tessibel's soul. "Tell me ... more," she breathed dizzily. "It'll only mean you and I will be apart for a little while, Tess," stated Frederick. "When I get back home, I'm coming straight to you, and--" "She air lovin' ye, ye said?" interrupted Tess, huskily. "But I don't love _her_, Tess!... I love only you!... You know that, sweetheart!... You hear me, darling?" "Yep, I hear," whispered the girl. Frederick settled back against the rocks, drawing her into his arms.