"Ye wouldn't do anythin' what wasn't right," murmured the girl, under her breath.
For some moments he smoothed her burning forehead. Then he lifted her hand and held it in his.
"Tessibel," he began.
"What?"
"First, tell me about the little man in the garret."
"There ain't nothin' much to tell," she responded, shaking her head. "When he got out of Auburn, he come here and asked me an' Daddy to take care of 'im, an' we done it, that air all."
"I see, dear—and—and you didn't think the law required you to give him up?"
Tess moved her head negatively on the pillow.
"Sure not, or I'd a done it long ago. The law—what do I care 'bout the law?... It air always puttin' innercent men in jail. That air all the law air fer."
"But this man is a murderer," Young tried to explain to her.