human
Well, said I,
gpt
God help us all in Tryon, now; for a vain ass is in the saddle, and the counsel of the brave and wise remains unheeded. Will Guy Carleton drive us south of Crown Point?
human
I think so,
gpt
Then the war will come among us here in Tryon!
human
Straight as a storm from the North, John.
gpt
When?
human
Oh, that? God knows. We shall hold the lakes as long as we can. But unless we are reinforced by Continentals--unless every Colony sends us a regiment of their Lines--we can not hope to hold Crown Point, and that's sure as shooting and plain as preaching.
gpt
Very well, said I between clenched teeth,
human
I should be on my way to Albany, says he.
gpt
You tell me there are horses at the Summer House, John?
human
Certainly.
gpt
You find Morgan's agreeable?
human
A grand corps, lad! Tim Murphy is my mate. And I think there's not a rifleman among us who can not shoot the whiskers off a porcupine at a hundred yards. And to me, with a nod toward my Oneidas:
gpt
They are painting. Do you march tonight, John?
human
A matter of cleaning out a Tory nest yonder,