"Tessibel," demanded the lawyer, "was it Sandy Letts?"
"Oh, no, no, not him!"
The man pondered a moment.
"Was it—"
"Please don't ask me any more questions." She lifted a crimson face. "I was foolish, I suppose, but I thought, I thought the baby—"
"Some one threatened Boy! Was that it, Tessibel?" he cross-questioned.
"Yes." The murmured answer was scarcely audible.
"One of the squatters, then?"
The red head sank again. This time a decided shake of the shining curls made the denial.
Hoping to avoid further examination, the girl tried to rise to her feet, but the questioner's hand pressed her back.