human
Scoundrel! exclaimed Vane, advancing toward the tramp.
gpt
You are the wretch who murdered my poor Victoria.
human
Stand back.
gpt
Stand back, I say, or you'll get a taste o' _this_.
human
Scoundrel!
gpt
It won't do no good to sling words. Rans, I ain't afeard of em.
human
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--
gpt
Stop,
human
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.
gpt
And you murdered her, murdered my sister?
human
Wal, 'twould a-b'en justice ef I had.
gpt
Oh, you wretch--