"I saw Sandy," was the dwarf's greeting. "What was he a botherin' you about, honey?"
"I thought he was going to kill Boy. But suddenly he said good-bye and went away. Were you at the window, Andy?"
"For just a minute, kid. I don't think he saw me. I heard Boy cry, an' that's why I went."
A frightened feeling took possession of the girl.
"I hope he didn't see you. Did he, Andy?"
"Sure not. I was watching him all the time. I dodged back before he looked up."
Tess considered the little man a minute.
"If you saw him look up," she argued, "maybe he saw you looking down. Oh, I hope he didn't, but I'm afraid he did," and she sighed.
Sandy Letts had recognized the dwarf. The shock of the discovery sobered him. He couldn't bother with Tess and her brat any longer. He had business in Ithaca! Waldstricker's five thousand dollars, so long sought and so eagerly desired, summoned him. All the way to town, he built castles in Spain with the money. Through every dream, like a thread of hate, ran the purpose to get Tess, and when he had the girl, to torture her through her child.