ned impatiently.
"What air ye wantin', Myry?"
"Be you and Ezy hatin' each other?"
"He ain't nothin' but a brat," replied Ben scornfully. "Let him keep out
of my way, or I fixes him."
"He air a-sayin' the same thing," cautioned Myra. "Ye air a-seekin'
Tess? He says as how ye air to keep from her."
She was walking beside him, her red hands rolled in her gingham apron.
The hot sun shone on her colorless hair, which was drawn back from the
plain face.
"Ye air a-helpin' him with Tess," Ben grunted presently. "If ye ever
wants me to come to yer hut, keep yer mouth shet, and let me and Ezy
fight it out. Do ye hear?"
"Yep."
"Then scoot home now."
Myra turned, and then stopped.
"Ben," she called softly again.
"What be ye a-wantin' now?"
"If I keeps Ezy away from Tess, will ye--?"
"Ye air a-wantin' me to do somethin' for ye, Myry?" Ben answered, coming
toward her eagerly.
"Yep."
"What?"
"If ye'll kiss the brat when Mammy and Satisfied ain't a-lookin'--"
"Scoot home, I says. Scoot home," shot from Ben's lips.
And home she went, this girl of but eighteen with an old woman's face,
a tired young heart beating lovingly for the brat in the box and--for
its father.
Her mother was still spelling from the paper when she returned.
Satisfied was stretched on the long wooden bench outside the door. Ezra,
with his cap pulled over his nose, sat sulking in the corner. Ben was a
powerful enemy. The boy knew that the fisherman would stop at nothing to
gain an end. But Tess had told him that she wouldn't marry Ben, and Myra
had as good as told him that the squatter was the cause of her trouble.
He knew another secret that would bring a halt upon Ben's pursuance of
Tessibel Skinner. He had told Myra to warn him. Suddenly he rose from
his chair, set his cap far back on his head, and disappeared into the
underbrush that lay thick back of the hut.
* * * * *
The cause of the hatred between Ezra Longman and Ben Letts was quietly
eating her dinner. Teola's child lay smacking the sugar from the wet
rag. The large, knowing gray eyes were directed toward the sunlight upon
the wall, the blood-red scar shining more crimson in its rays.
Tess was picking the flesh from the spine of a fish, throwing the bones
on the floor. Youthful as she was, she was already beginning to show
fatigue from staying awake nights, and caring for her dark secret in the
daytime.
With the alertness
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