“Tomorrow, then, to Fort Buffalo, if you wish,” said Captain Joncaire. “What terrible weather! And now will you and your companion do me the honor to have supper with us. We have little—it is the fare of a soldier, monsieur; but you are a soldier, so why do I apologize?”
“I accept with great pleasure, sir,” replied Washington. He introduced Jacob Vanbraam, and Captain Joncaire introduced his two officers, and there was much bowing and saluting and smiling on the part of the three Frenchmen, Captain Joncaire in particular.
Captain Joncaire looked sharply at Robert.
“And who is this?” he inquired.
“An Indian boy whom I have with me,” said Washington. “His leg is hurt, as you see, and I am trusting to get it freshly dressed by some of your people.”
“He may go to the other Indians in those lodges yonder,” said Captain Joncaire. “The Delaware women will dress it.”
“Your pardon, sir,” objected Washington. “I am responsible for him, and as he is a boy I thought that he might have a corner near me in quarters somewhat warmer than an Indian lodge.”
Captain Joncaire shrugged his shoulders and made a little grimace.
“Very well, Monsieur the Major. He may have his corner. But the place for Indians and dogs is out of doors.”