"Where is this John Wilson Mackenzie?" said he.
"Dead."
"When did he die?"
"He didn't die at all—he was killed."
"How?"
"Tomahawked."
"Who tomahawked him?"
"Why, an Indian, of course. You didn't suppose it was the superintendent of a Sunday-school, did you?"
"No. An Indian, was it?"
"The same."