“My dear child, you have a noble spirit and I shall remember what you have told us.”
The other gentlemen shook the hand of Segwuna and Mollie kissed her as they left to return to the mansion.
On the way all turned to Dr. Franklin to learn his opinion of the philosophy of the Indian girl.
After a short period of silent reflection on the part of all, the good-humor of the old printer could not be held in as he solemnly said:
“If the King of Great Britain does not subdue the Americans, he shall have to acknowledge the corn.”
CHAPTER XVIII
Barclugh started on his long and perilous ride to Washington’s headquarters at Fishkill; thence to New York.
He was oblivious to all that passed him on the road. He travelled on, and on, to the ferry at Trenton, conscious of nothing but his own thoughts. The more that he willed to divorce the image of Mollie Greydon from his mind, the more his soul rebelled. He at last reasoned that another existence than his own had entered his life, and he could not explain the cause. But should he only let his thoughts dwell unrestricted on his business, at least he might be able to dismiss her, as he had many times the existence of the gay infatuations of his life in Paris.