“Yes, I did, sir, and because I told on you and the girl, I got scot free, sir.” “Scat,” cried Bridget, “or I’ll pull your scraggy hair out of your little impudent head, you dirty spalpeen.” “Well,” said Nellie, taking Tom’s hand in hers as he was being taken away, “I wish you all to understand that here stands a girl whom you say is worth a million dollars. There stands a man whom I love. I shall spend every one of those millions of dollars to prove him innocent, and then we can come back here to live with Biddy after he is out of prison and we are married.” CHAPTER X. It seemed to take all the life out of poor Tom when he found himself being taken back to prison. While he had perfect faith in Nellie, still he hated the evil influence of her cousin. But he did not yet know the girl who loved him, and did not realize that no influence in the world could make her untrue to him. He went moodily into the same cell that he was placed in before, this time hoping that his darling would be true to him. The morning at last arrived when Nellie should leave the boathouse that had sheltered her so long. She was arranging her hair slowly when Biddy said: “Are you very sure, me darlint, that you want your old Biddy with you in youse elegant home?” Nellie dropped the hair which had twined about her fingers, and looked at her foster mother. “Well, if you don’t go with me, then I won’t go either,” and Nellie sat down and commenced to cry. “There, there, honey,” soothed the woman. “Don’t you take on so; your Biddy would follow you to the ends of the earth. But I don’t want you to be ashamed of me.” “That I could never be,” said Nellie, “and when Tom gets out of prison, then we’ll all go abroad, for I shall have enough money for all of us.” “Oh, I’m delighted to be with me darlint,” replied Biddy. “I only hope you can find a lawyer who will help you get poor Tom out.” “I meant what I said,” averred Nellie later, while thinking deeply, “that I would spend my last cent to get him free.” “And may your efforts be blessed by heaven,” sighed Biddy. “I am constantly praying,” said Nellie, “that I will be shown some way to aid him. Don’t you see the poor fellow is so helpless shut there in that cell, and although I am going to see him, I know that I shall be broken-hearted to come away without him.” As they were speaking, a beautiful span of horses and a liveried driver drove to the boathouse. “Is this Miss Standish?” asked the servant. “I was sent for you and Miss Biddy.” The haughty nose of the coachman turned up slightly as he said this, and Nellie noticed it, and she vowed inwardly that the man’s place should be filled by another more worthy before long. Already the determined Nellie had taken the reins in her own hands. “I must take my cat,” said she at the last minute, and when Biddy demurred, saying that the man driving the carriage might not be pleased with a cat in the beautiful carriage, she broke out and said: