"I couldn't earn much," she ventured, gulping. "I get five bucks every Sunday fer singin' at the church, but—"
"Oh, I don't mean a few dollars," Waldstricker told her. "I was talking about a lot—thousands."
Daddy Skinner straightened out on the cot and Tess tried to swallow, but couldn't. She knew now that he referred to the reward for Andy.
"Lordy massy!" she got out at last, huskily.
Deforrest Young coughed, and Waldstricker's hand went quickly to his face.
"I'll explain about it," he said, "and then you can decide if you wish to do it."
"All right," replied Tess, leaning her chin on her hand. "Gowan an' blat it out."
"I suppose you know my good old father was murdered," the visitor asked her after a slight period of silence on his part.
Andy and what he had told her about the brawl in the saloon raced through Tessibel's mind.
"I heard 'bout it," she replied, nodding.