Rodney turned back into the cabin to ask if there were anything he might do, and the look in the face of the "Chevalier" startled the lad. It quickly passed, however, and the man quietly said: "Why, this is Rodney Allison, who saved my miserable existence out on the Scioto." "Not much of an exploit to be remembered by. You'd have shot him if I hadn't." "Why, you shot the redskin in the heel and, if I correctly recall my mythology, Paris required the assistance of the god, Apollo, before he was able to hit Achilles in a like spot." "He only had a bow and arrow while I had one of the finest rifles in the country." "Anyhow, it was an act worthy of a better return, as you no doubt concluded later." This allusion to the gaming incident annoyed Rodney. He thought the least the fellow might do was to make no mention of that rascally affair. "If I don't refer to that matter I see no reason for you to do so. Of late I've been associated with men who think that, after you've rolled a man in the dirt, it isn't necessary to rub it in." The "Chevalier" whistled and then smilingly quoted: "'The duke, he drew out half his sword-- The guard drew out the rest.'" "Can I do any more for you, sir?" Rodney spoke impatiently. "You might tell me how are the mother and the little sister and about the home you feared the miser would get. You see I have a good memory for some things." "They are well. They yet have the home, though I did my best to sacrifice it. If there's nothing I may do I will be going." "You are kind, and I wish you would call again. I expected you would be in the army. As I remember, you were a lusty young rebel when I knew you." "I served with Colonel Morgan's Rangers at the capture of Burgoyne." It must be admitted there was a touch of malice in these words and the tone in which the lad spoke them. "So I'm still further indebted to you. Well, as you are responsible for my being here, I hope you will feel under obligations to call again when I am better able to entertain company. By the way, did you ever know a man by the name of David Cameron? Why I ask is because you resemble a man by that name, whom I once knew." "That was my father's name," replied Rodney, and the next instant he could have bitten his tongue. He quickly added: "My father, after coming to this country, had good reasons for taking the name of his mother's people, the Allisons, not that he had any occasion to be ashamed of the name of Cameron. Now that he is dead we shall retain the name of Allison." "As I remember your father, he had no occasion to be ashamed of anything, except, possibly, some of his acquaintances. So David is dead." "My father was a man who kept good company to the day of his death."