“Ward there. French there. Mebbe fight, mebbe not. French tell Ward to get out. Tanacharison say wait.”
“Hah!” exclaimed Washington. “You hear, Vanbraam?”
“Yes; and two days ago we hear dat Captain Trent and all was captured by the French. Den when we arrive we find Trent at dis Will’s Creek, and he knows nodding about it. He says he left Ward safe, and has no news. So what to belief? Mebbe all a scare.”
“I trust this boy, sir,” replied Washington.
“The word is true word,” said Robert. “I see the French. They are there, Washington.”
“When was it?” asked Jacob Vanbraam.
“Four days. I came straight.”
“Impossible. It is one hoonderd and fifty miles, by bad trail in bad wedder,” scoffed Jacob Vanbraam.
“I make own trail,” said Robert.