"I reckon as how your name is Benoit Vascal," began the old frontiersman.
"Yees."
"I've been a-huntin' you for some time. You stole a couple o' children onct—pair o' twin boys."
At this announcement the Frenchman started.
"Zat—zat ees not so," he stammered. "I know noddings of ze children."
"It won't do no good to lie," interrupted the old frontiersman, sternly. "I've heard the story, an' it's true. I want to know the full names o' them twins."
"I not steal zem children," cried Benoit Vascal. "Paul Camont, he steal zem."
"Who is Paul Camont?"
"Ah, who ees he? He ees not—no more. He vas eat up by ze wolves!"
"Was he the man who was killed on the road?"