Waldstricker, intent upon his idea of interesting her in the search for his father's murderer, waived her question aside. He would attend to the witch and her fantastic mummeries later.
"Never mind the old woman now," he began pompously. "I came here today on purpose to see you about another matter."
Why, yesterday he had said he wanted to talk to Daddy; now today he wanted to speak to her. She sat up a little straighter, each shoulder carrying its load of red curls, the ends of which lay in a bronze tangle.
"I'd do anything I could," she answered shyly, a lovely red dyeing her face.
"I knew you would! Mr. Young has told me how anxious you are to learn and to improve your condition.... Isn't that so?"
Tess nodded, looking from the speaker to Deforrest, who threw her his ever-ready smile. Her gaze returned to the churchman and he continued, "Now, I've a plan which, if it succeeds, will give you lots of money! You could do almost anything you'd want to then."
Tess didn't move, only stared back at the handsome, swarthy face incredulously.
"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.
"And you've heard, too, probably, the man who murdered him escaped from Auburn a little while ago?"
Tess wanted to say "No," but she feared a long explanation would follow which might trouble Daddy and the wee man in the garret, so she acquiesced by bowing her head. "I guess he were the man Daddy were talkin' 'bout, weren't he, Daddy?"
She turned toward her father, but his red lids were closed, and he was breathing heavily.
"Daddy goes to sleep awful easy!" she excused to all three. Then she told Waldstricker, "Yep, Daddy said the man broke out o' jail."