He displayed a huge knife, the same with which he had threatened Bordine on a former occasion.
"Scoundrel!"
"It won't do no good to sling words. Rans, I ain't afeard of em."
For several minutes the two stood glaring at each other with glittering eyes and gleaming teeth.
"Rans Vane, I swore I'd git even with ye fur all you did agin' me and mine ten year ago. I reckin you're gittin' a leetle o' the sufferin—"
"Stop," hoarsely.
"No I won't. I want ye ter know that I hain't forgot. I know'd you'n the gal came West arter the ole man died, but I didn't know whar. I've been a tramp fur a year, and I 'lowed I'd run onter ye sometime, but 'twas all unexpected when I seed the gal t'other day."
"And you murdered her, murdered my sister?"
"Wal, 'twould a-b'en justice ef I had."
"Oh, you wretch—"