"You can't.

It's wrong--all wrong.

I couldn't take care of you in jail, and some day--that's where I'll be." More than once when she had spoken of Jed Hawkins he had seen the swift flash of lightning come into the violet of her eyes.

And it came now, and her little hands grew tight at her sides, and bright spots burned in her cheeks.
"You won't!" she cried.

"I won't let you go to jail.