“That must have been my father. I reckon now, you never saw him,” said the colonel with regret.
“Not to remember him if I did.”
“Well, of course not, you were too young. I wish I could recall more about him, for I've always thought that fight left things a sort of blank with me. I only remember what happened back of it by fits and starts. What I'd like to know, though, is how those folks in Ohio learned about the outfit and what come of it—or did they ever learn?”
“Mr. Benson went West to find out. It's too bad I don't know more, but I've only heard the older people talk about it. Mr. Benson was the Landrays lawyer, and people say he was in love with Stephen Landray's wife.”
“Did she marry him?”
“No, she never married again, nor Mrs. Walsh either. She makes her home with Mrs. Landray mostly, though she's got a married daughter, Mrs. Norton.”
“I wish you'd tell me something about the Landrays,” said Rogers.
“Why, there is Mrs. Landray, and Stephen Landray, a young fellow just out of college,” said Reddy.
“Whose son is he, Riley?” asked the colonel.
“Why he's Mrs. Landray's nephew,” said Reddy.