KENTON.
Wilson's gone free, sir. He'll take Boonesborough the news of our capture.
BOONE
(rapidly).
Aye; but he cannot take them the news of what Black Fish means to do. No one in Boonesborough knows that the Indians are on the warpath. A massacre is planned. The fires are lit. The tomahawks are ready. We must gain time. 'Tis all that we can do. We must surrender. I'll break through when I can. (Loudly.) Think well, my brothers. Here is freedom offered you, if you surrender. What do you say?
PRITCHARD
(loudly).
I say that we surrender.
[Boone, turning, makes a gesture to the spot where their guns lie piled, then towards the Indians as one would say: "We give in."
BLACK FISH.
My brothers, we, too, have had a council. Far in the North the British pay much gold for paleface prisoners.
PRITCHARD
(involuntarily).