"Tess!" he pleaded. "Tess! Are you telling me the truth?"

"Nope; I's lyin' to ye."

She tossed her head up angrily.

"I had a damn good lickin'," she finished.

Young sprang forward, and grasped her arm.

"Who dared to mark you like that?" he exclaimed, standing her on her
feet. "Wait. I want to see it. Who did it?"

He pushed back the sleeve, and stood analyzing the bruised shoulder and
arm.

"Who did it?" he persisted, drawing a quick, sharp breath.

"Dominie Graves," muttered the girl.

"What!" Two deep creases marked the fine brow.

"He licked me," reiterated Tess, with an indifferent droop to her lids.
"He had a right. I were a-stealin'."

"Tessibel! Tessibel! Look at me."

She swept him with a glance of truth.

"Are you--? Tess, I demand to know it all--all! Please, tell me about
it!"

"There ain't much to tell," she returned; "only that I were a-stealin'
from the Dominie's kitchen, and he licked me for it."

"What did you--steal?"

"Milk for the brat.... He can't starve, can he?"

Slowly Professor Young dropped her arm, gazing at her mutely.

"Ye ain't mad at me?" she ventured, watching him narrowly.

"No! I'm only sorry--infinitely sorry for you."

The tender tone in his voice, the mist rising in his eyes, brought Tess
to his side.

"I thanks ye for all ye been a-doin' for Daddy and me," she said
brokenly. "I does thank ye.... Don't look at me like that--it air
a-hurtin' me."

The low voice, filled with unshed tears, rang with emotion.

A sudden inspiration seized Young.

"Child, if I bring your father back to you, will you--marry me?"

The unexpected question sent Tess staggering back; a tearful smile
spread the red lips.

"Ye'r' batty," she said presently, with a dissenting shake of the red
curls. "Ye'r' gone plumb crazy.... I's a squatter, nothin' but a
squatter. I stays here with Daddy. I marries no man. See?"

The proud face of Frederick Graves rose before her. She turned away with
a groan.

Young misinterpreted her expression.

"Circumstances have made you a squatter.... Sit down. I want to say more
to you, Tess. Don't say you won't marry me, just yet. When your father
comes home, we will talk to him about it.... I love you, child."

"My Daddy air a-wantin' me with him," faltered Tess. "He said oncet as
how he wouldn't give me to nobody. Ezy Longman wanted me to marry him,
but I hated him.... I don't now, though, 'cause he air dead."

"Tessibel, will you let me g