"What do you mean by this assault on a lady?"
There was a horrible expression in the eyes of the tramp, and on the
instant he slipped from concealment a large knife to his hand.
"Stand aside, Miss Vane," the hunter said to the girl. "I will learn this
scoundrel a lesson."
Victoria obeyed, standing back against the wall, pale and frightened,
while the last comer confronted the burly tramp with his rifle cocked for
instant use.
"Let me go out, August Bordine."
So the tramp seemed to recognize the youthful hunter.
"I ought to turn you over to the authorities for punishment," declared
the young man, sternly.
"'T won't do you no good," grunted the tramp, "I hain't done nothing."
"I will leave it to Miss Vane."
Then he glanced at the girl.
The tramp began to glide toward the door.
"Stop!" thundered August Bordine. Then to the girl, "Miss Vane, I await
your decision."
"Permit him to go then. I wish no further trouble," said Victoria.
"But he really ought to be punished. He certainly deserves ninety days in
prison at the least," declared the young hunter.
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