The dwarf cringed as from a blow. Fear of going back to prison killed the joy in his face instantly, but the speaker's quick assurance straightened the bent shoulders.
"But no one knows where you are, and perhaps something can be done to bring a confession from Bennet. Just at this time, though," looking from the little man to the girl on the cot, "I'm more concerned about your futures."
Tess didn't speak. She knew wherein her confidence lay and was willing to await her friend's suggestion. She sat up, punched the pillow, turned it over, and lay down again.
"It's perfectly evident you can't stay here, either one of you," said Young, after a pause, "and if you'll be guided by me—"
"We'll do what ye want," murmured Tess, "if ye'll let us stay together an' keep the baby."
"Yes, that is my plan," he replied.
Andy folded his short legs under him nervously.
"We want to stay together, me an' Tess does," he echoed, "an' the baby's awful glad to live with us."
Young's lips curled an instant into a smile responsive to the quaint statement.
"You remember, Tess," he resumed, "I have a lease of the house where Graves used to live."