“Wah!” again exclaimed Scarouady. “The Washington company. Who is this white man?”
“He is named Cresap. He lives in the east, down the river Potomac.”
“Wah!” said Scarouady. And he bade of Robert: “Ask that man where we find the young captain, Washington.”
“He will know,” Robert said eagerly. “It was at his place that I saw Washington.” So he said, in English: “We look for Washington.”
The Englishman, who was burly and bearded, smiled.
“It is you, is it, young man? You want to see George Washington again?”
“We come to find Washington,” Robert the Hunter repeated. “At your place?”
“No, George Washington doesn’t live at my place. That was a long time ago. You travel east, down the Potomac, to Will’s Creek. Ask at the Ohio Company’s house there, and they’ll tell you where to find George Washington. He’s likely down south at Greenway Court, near the Shenandoah, on the Lord Fairfax plantation. Or else in the woods, surveying. Understand?”
Much of this was Greek to Robert. But he understood enough.
“We go to a house at Will’s Creek, in the east,” he said, to Scarouady. “They will tell us.”