hoarse whisper.

"He said nothing about you at all."

"Are you sure, Miss? Didn't he tell you how I forced him to leave
home, and told him never to come here again?"

"He said nothing to me about it, Mr. Timon. He never mentioned your
name, and when I asked him about his father, he always changed the
subject."

"My God! Did he!" The man's hands clutched hard at the blanket, and
his eyes turned upon the girl's face expressed something of the agony
of his soul. "And he never betrayed me," he murmured as if to himself.
"Did he tell you about his mother?"

"Oh, yes, he often spoke to me about her, and told me what a noble
woman she was. He said that he owed everything to her."

"He did, eh? Well, I guess it's true. She influenced him more than I
did, and that was why he left after her death."

"Why was that?"

"He followed her in loyalty to King George. Later he joined the King's
rangers, and became Davidson's chief courier, 'The King's Arrow,' as he
is called. That was more than I could stand."

"And so you had a fight?"