Young read the badly-spelled note.
"I knowed the brat was Ben Letts'," she said, after the man's voice had died away. "He were a cute kid."'
"We hope to find them all," interposed Young thoughtfully. "But, if we don't, the evidence I already have—this note, and the fact that the fisherman is a fugitive—will liberate your father. I shall go to Albany to-morrow to see the Governor. I am sure he will consider the evidence I have. Then we shall know."
"You think the man at Albany will give him to me?"
"Yes, indeed, I do! I would not raise your hopes if I did not. If you persuade your father to leave here—" He stopped and looked at her with a questioning glance.
"I tells him that the hut ain't his'n," she asserted abruptly.
"If you do go away, I shall try to get your father steady work in the city. Would you like that?"
"Yep," replied Tess, in a thick voice. "He wouldn't have to net no more. And he wouldn't have no more froze toes."
"Neither would you, Tess," answered Young.
Suddenly Tess saw the man staring at her arm, where several blue stripes, mingling with red, ran long from her shoulder.