"Who told you so?"
"It doesn't matter."
"I know now. It was that engineer from Grandon. I've forgot his name. He peached on me, I reckin."
"You have guessed the truth."
"Rans, don't you trust that man."
"Why not?"
"He kin tell you how Vic come ter die, he kin. 'Twas jealousy and the like that did it."
"Do you mean that?"
Ransom Vane sprang forward and clutched the arm of the tramp.
"Let go. Yes, I mean it. He killed Victoria 'cause he thought she'd make trouble atwixt him an' another gal, that's the truth ef I hang fur it."