"Common name in some parts—Cameron—not so common in others—not in Jersey anyway——"
"I didn't know——"
"Is yer father livin'?" he snapped.
"No—dead. Many years ago. Out West."
"Tsch!" he breathed, the air whistling between his teeth, "Out West, ye say—out West?"
He stood in front of Beth now, his arms akimbo, his head bent forward under the stress of some excitement. Beth drew away from him, but he came forward after her, his gaze still seeking hers.
"Yes—out West," said Beth haltingly.
"Where?" he gasped.
"I don't know——"
"Was his name—was his name—Ben Cameron?" He shot the question at her with a strange fury, catching meanwhile at her arm.