“That’s where they ought to be.”
“But tell me what you know,” went on Bob, impatiently.
“I first met Barker about ten or twelve years ago,” began old Blake.
“Where?”
“At the house of Robert Perry, your uncle, in Buffalo.”
“Robert Perry; is he still alive?”
“No; he died shortly after Barker came there.”
“Who is my father?”
“He was Thomas Perry, Robert’s brother. He was a captain in the United States Army, and he was killed in an Indian raid in the Black Hills.”
“And my mother?”