“I don’t know anything of her. Your father met her out West and married. When he was killed, you, a mere baby, was sent to your uncle’s home. The report was that your mother was also killed by the Indians; but your uncle could never learn the exact truth of that statement.”
“Then she may be alive?”
“Yes. I believe Barker knows for certain.”
CHAPTER XXX
BOB LEARNS SOMETHING OF THE PAST
Never had Bob listened to words that interested him more. Here, at last, was news concerning his identity. His real name was Bob Perry, and he was the son of an officer. It was not known for certain whether his mother was dead or not. Supposing she was alive? A lump arose in Bob’s throat at the mere thought.
“You say you think Barker knows?” he said, quickly.
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll make Barker speak,” was the young photographer’s determination.
Blake took another pull at his flask and then continued:
“Barker pretends that he is the son of a sister of your father and Robert Perry—a sister who emigrated to Montana with a man named Barker.”