It appears that this boy, whom we brought to Sacramento to deliver to a relative"-- "And who was a wicked little impostor,--you remember that yourself, John, for he said that he was the son of Colonel Brant, and that he was dead; and you know, and my brother Harry knew, that Colonel Brant was alive all the time, and that he was lying, and Colonel Brant was not his father," broke in Mrs.Peyton impatiently.
"As it seems you do remember that much," said Peyton dryly, "it is only just to him that I should tell you that it appears that he was not an impostor.

His story was TRUE.

I have just learned that Colonel Brant WAS actually his father, but had concealed his lawless life here, as well as his identity, from the boy.

He was really that vague relative to whom Clarence was confided, and under that disguise he afterwards protected the boy, had him carefully educated at the Jesuit College of San Jose, and, dying two years ago in that filibuster raid in Mexico, left him a considerable fortune." "And what has he to do with Susy's holidays ?" said Mrs.Peyton, with uneasy quickness.

"John, you surely cannot expect her ever to meet this common creature again, with his vulgar ways.