"You saw that tramp, August?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you stop him? He gave me this wound, and I believe he is the man we need for—for the murder of poor Vic."
"No?" in evident surprise. "I was so startled I didn't think far enough to stop the fellow."
Then the young hunter proceeded on his way with his gun under his arm and a peculiar smile on his countenance.
"There's a little mistake it seems," he muttered.
Just then a man stepped from a clump of bushes near and touched the hunter's arm.
He halted and turned about quickly.
"Andrew Barkswell, I'm glad to meet you."
It was Perry Jounce, the tramp, who uttered the words.