"Then, lick 'er," growled Longman, and the other squatters muttered their approval.
Elsie dropped her head against Tessibel, and clung to her skirt.
"I want my--mover," she burst out, crying.
"Get even with Waldstricker, brat," said another voice.
Tess raised her arm and glancing along the uplifted whip, again, she looked into Boy's eyes, and, as she gazed, the little face in the rafters receded, grew dimmer.
She dropped the whip, and unmindful of the squatters, lifted her hands.
"Mummy's baby boy!" she called. The happy eyes faded last from her sight and it seemed to her they summoned her thence. A moment more, she stood shivering, staring into the shadows, and, then, she turned upon the dark-browed men.
"You said I could do anything I wanted to with 'er, eh?"
"Yep," Brewer assented. "Beat 'er, kill 'er, the more the better for us-uns."
"Then give me a blanket to wrap her in. I'll take her home where--where--Boy--died."
Brewer's lips fell apart and he laughed evilly.
"Good idee, brat," he said. "Ye can make it a thousand times worser for the kid if ye do.... Get a blanket, Ma."
Carefully, the girl wrapped the blanket around and around the little one. Elsie whimpered disconsolately but made no objection. Anything was better than being left with the men who tied her up. Lifting the bulky bundle, Tess started for the door, Jake picked up the whip from the floor, handed it to her.
"Ye're forgettin' somethin' ain't ye, brat? Ye'll be wantin' this, I'm thinkin'," he chuckled.
"I can't ever thank you all enough," she flung back hoarsely, tucking the whip into her coat pocket, "for giving me this chance at Waldstricker."
Longman got up and opened the door and Tess stepped out into the storm, carrying Waldstricker's daughter.
* * * * *
Deforrest Young was trying to calm his sister. Her frantic cries for her baby contrasted strangely with the icy despair of the other mother he'd tried to comfort. His heart, still sore from Boy's loss, bled in ready sympathy to his sister's mourning. He grasped Helen's hands which were tearing her hair.
"Don't!" he said. "We'll find her soon. By morning she'll be back home again. Ebenezer has nearly every man around looking for her, ... searching every barn and asking at every house.... Darling, do you think you could stay here with Madelene and let me go out, too?"
"Yes, yes, go, but Oh, God, I shall die if you don't find her!"