"More than a year."
"Good 'nough. He wa'nt o' much account."
The tramp's eyes seemed to become suddenly bloodshot. He shoved from the table, and rose to his feet.
The girl hoped to see him go, but he made no move to do so.
"You live alone with your brother?" he queried, suddenly.
"Most of the time."
"Victory, did ye ever hear Rance speak of Perry Jounce?"
The man leered at her in a way that sent a chill over her.
"Never."
"No? Wal, he didn't like me. I reckin I'll hev a kiss afore I go, anyhow."