One bright spot of blood came into the lad's face, and as he drew in his breath it went through his teeth. But he was silent still.
"She has the imperience of sin," said Kisseck. "If she comes here she'll suffer for it."
Danny walked to the door and pushed the bolt. Kisseck laughed bitterly.
"I knew it," he said. "I knew she was in it. But I'll punish her. Out of the way, you idiot waistrel."
There was a hurried step on the road outside.
Danny put his back to the door. His eyes melted, and he cried beseechingly:
"You'll not do that, Uncle Bill?"
"Out of the road, you young pauper," cried Kisseck; and he took hold of Danny and thrust him aside.
"You shall not do it," screamed the lad, running to the hearth and snatching up a poker.