“And yet something happened in this very spot that should have fixed it forever in your memory.”
“I can not remember,” said Treveling, puzzled.
“You were an officer under Lewis when he fought the battle of Point Pleasant and whipped Corn-planter in Dunmore’s time?”
“Yes, but you spoke of this before; you said that you served under me in that fight.”
“No, not in the fight, but before it,” said the stranger. “When I call back the memory of that campaign, do you not remember some event that happened in this very glade?”
“No,” Treveling answered, after a moment’s pause.
“You do not?” Benton said, with astonishment.
“No,” Treveling again replied.
“Let me call back to your mind a scene or two that happened long years ago.”
There was an icy tone in the voice of the stranger that struck a sudden chill to the heart of the old man. For the first time he felt a feeling of apprehension regarding the man who was acting so strangely.