“Yes, sir, I believe he has no good purposes in taking this journey. I have seen him and General Arnold meet after midnight alone.”
“Look at that! look at that!” continued old Jonathan. “Mabbee Sam’l won’t listen to that. You come along with me, my girl. I want you to show that old wiseacre a thing or two. Come along with me, my girl.”
When they arrived at the door of the tap-room, the Indian girl hesitated and paused at the doorway while Jonathan bolted up to Samuel as though he were going to eat him up.
But Jonathan said in his most persuasive tones:
“Samuel, there’s a young lady here, that wants to ask you about that gentleman on his way to Fishkill.”
“Certainly, certainly, Jonathan. I’ll do anything to please you,” returned Samuel as he rose and went to the Indian girl, who stood at the doorway of the tavern, as she asked:
“Has this gentleman told you where he was going?”
“Yes,” spoke up Samuel as he straightened to his full height to answer. “He sid he was goin’ to Feeshkill.”
“I b’leeve he was lyin’,” interjected Jonathan, with a snap in his voice. “I think he’s goin’ somewhere else and he wanted to put us off his tracks. Now, what do you think, young lady?”
“It’s hard to tell, sir, but I saw him visit General Arnold.