Then they left each other, and little Nellie, with a happy, singing heart, crawled in beside Biddy.
But not so with Tom Cooper. He could see close to him a great shadow rising before him, and could feel the shiver of the cold bracelets about his hands.
Of course, this fiend would tell George Benson where he was, and what would there be left for him but to finish out a term in prison, but there was a possibility that Biddy would know some way out of the trouble.
He opened his bedroom door cautiously at the first peep of day, and there stood Biddy in her night clothes.
“Biddy,” whispered Tom, “did Nellie tell you about the man that came here last night?”
“No, sure she didn’t, I was asleep when she came to bed.”
“Jim Farren was here.”
“Bad cess to him,” cried Biddy, “what in the devil’s name did he want now? I thought he was dead.”
“So did I,” commented Tom.
“But you needn’t be afraid of him,” said Biddy consolingly. “He won’t dare peach on you, for that would bring him into trouble, too.”