"Not one day!" cried Kate. "And so you took in Terry, and you raised him and loved him—not for a bet, but because he was Black Jack's son!"
Elizabeth Cornish had grown paler than before. "I mustn't listen to such talk," she said.
"Ah," cried the girl, "don't you see that I have a right to talk? Because
I love him also, and I know that you love him, too."
Elizabeth Cornish came to her feet, and there was a faint flush in her cheeks.
"You love Terry? Ah, I see. And he has sent you!"
"He'd die sooner than send me to you."
"And yet—you came?"
"Don't you see?" pleaded Kate. "He's in a corner. He's about to go—bad!"
"Miss Pollard, how do you know these things?"
"Because I'm the daughter of the leader of the gang!"