“What’s your name?” he asked.
“It’s Abe, sir—only Abe.”
“Is that all the name you know?” came the harsh, cold voice from beyond the mask.
“That’s all, sir.”
“Don’t lie to me, boy! Tell me the truth!”
“I am not lying. Frank says it is wicked to lie.”
“Where were you born?”
“I don’t know.”
“See here, boy, I want you to tell me all you know about yourself. It’s the best thing you can do. If you don’t know where you were born, at least you do know where you have lived.”
“Always, until Frank found me, I lived down in Camp Broncho.”