"
"My soul! it is as I feared."
Ransom Vane still clung to the arm of the tramp, however. The man was
rapidly approaching, and carried a gun. Young Vane recognized him as
Bordine, and he was anxious to secure his assistance in securing the
tramp.
"Let go, Rans, I must be traveling."
"But wait. Will you testify to what you have jast said?"
"Mebbe."
"Then remain--"
"Let go, I tell ye."
Vane, however, still clung to the arm of Jounce. The latter became angry,
and flung him off furiously.
"Help! Murder!" shouted Vane.
"Take that, you fool!"
The tramp struck a vicious blow with his knife at the heart of young
Vane.
The latter sunk bleeding to the ground.
"Hello!"
A tall, slender young man in hunter's costume peered upon the scene.
Perry Jounce walked forward, glanced keenly into the young hunter's face,
then said:
"I've fixed him, I take it; but don't you peep, or--"
He did not finish his sentence, but strode swiftly away.
"Stop, August Bordine. I am badly hurt by that scoundrel. Will you help
me?"
Ransom Vane sat up, with blood streaming from a wound in his breast.
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