"Wal, ef that's yer game, I'll meet ye at Billy Bowleg's saloon,
to-morrer at this time. Is't a bargain?"
"It's a bargain, Perry."
Then the two clasped hands.
August Bordine recognized the man now as the tramp who had assaulted
Victoria Vane, that day, when he was up at Eastman's woods on a hunting
excursion. He was the same man he had seen enter the saloon so Silas
Keene came along, and it was this saloon that the tramp had named as the
place for the next meeting. It was well. The engineer resolved to be on
hand and make sure of the burly scoundrel who, August Bordine was sure,
had murdered Victoria Vane.
"Now, pard, hadn't I better gin the hound another tap on the head?"
Referring to the insensible detective.
"No, leave him to me, old fellow. You have done your complete share in
disposing of the man-tracker. I will complete the work."
"Better dump him in yender."
"No."
Perry Jounce said no more, but moved swiftly away in the gloom.
Then August Bordine hastened for assistance.
He found a hack, and had the insensible detective borne to his home,
which was not reached until nearly midnight.
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