"Oh, I'm telling you the truth—I sw'ar I am!" he hastened to say.
"You crept up to this door all ready to fill me full of lead."
"No, no! Nothing of the sort! I was not looking for you! It—it was some one else! I swear it by my honor!"
A bitter smile curled the lips of the young man.
"Honor!" he said—"your honor! Never mind. How much were you to receive for killing me?"
"It was not you; it was another man."
"What other?"
"Tracy."
"My foreman?"
"Yes."