“Never heard of it,” said he shortly.
“Benson—and where is Benson?” and Ephriam turned again to Benny.
The boy's glance instantly became troubled.
“I don't know, but he told me I was to remember,” he said at last.
“Who told you to remember, Benny?”
“Mr. Landray.”
“Where is he?”
“The Indians killed him.”
“Where?”
“On the hill.”