Washington was talking with John Davidson the trader. He listened gravely to the message from Tanacharison. Then his blue eyes glowed. He seemed glad. He folded his letter and fastened it and called a soldier and said: “Have this started to Governor Dinwiddie at once in the morning.” And now, to Robert:
“Where is the Half-King?”
“At Big Rock. He waits for Washington.”
“And how far is Big Rock?”
“Not far. Half way to Gist’s place. One hour ride, two hour walk.”
“Do you know, Davidson?” Washington asked.
“Big Rock is an Injun camp spot near where the trail to Gist’s crosses the crest of Laurel Hill, colonel,” said John Davidson. “About six miles from here.”
“We could find it speedily?”
“Not till morning. The night’s pitch dark, the trail’s bad at its best and by night in this weather is no trail at all. You can be sure that the French will stay snug while you do the same.”