The girl hoped to see him go, but he made no move to do so.
"You live alone with your brother?" he queried, suddenly.
"Most of the time."
"Victory, did ye ever hear Rance speak of Perry Jounce?"
The man leered at her in a way that sent a chill over her.
"Never."
"No? Wal, he didn't like me. I reckin I'll hev a kiss afore I go,
anyhow."
He began to move toward her. She started to escape through the open door,
but was not quick enough. The man's hand grasped her arm and she felt
herself drawn toward him.
Then Victoria Vane uttered a piercing scream.
"Stop that yellin', you fool!" hissed the tramp. He drew her to him and
bent to press his bearded lips to her cheek.
On the instant another person appeared upon the scene.
A bunch of bones collided with the bull neck of the tramp, sending him
reeling across the floor.
Victoria darted to the arms of the new-comer, a young man, tall, slender
and of prepossessing appearance, clad in hunter's costume.
"Oh, August, save me!" screamed the girl.
"Scoundrel!" cried the young hunter, presenting a rifle at the breast of
the tramp.
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