“The war between red and white has brought out much cruel hatred. Only with peace can kindlier feelings come.”
“When the Legislature of South Carolina offered seventy-five pounds bounty for every warrior’s scalp I suppose the State was hungrily seeking a permanent peace.”
“You should add that the Legislature offered even a greater bounty for the warrior alive,” coldly corrected Sevier. “After doing that you could talk till you’re white-headed, reviewing the horrible atrocities your Creeks have committed even during your civilized leadership.”
McGillivray’s gaze became that of a basilisk. For more than a minute he glared at the man so thoroughly in his power. Next, with a startling transition, a most winning smile drove the sullen ferocity from his haughty features and he filled the glasses, reminding:
“Such talk is useless. It makes bad friends. I confess cruelties are practised by the red men. But you didn’t come here to tell me that.”
“I came to find Tonpit. As a side errand I desire to hang Polcher. And I also came as the result of a talk with Old Tassel.”
“Old Tassel?” exclaimed McGillivray, spilling some of his wine.
“I called on him at Great Hiwassee,” Sevier explained.
“Great Hiwassee! Indeed!”
“Before Old Tassel arrived I had a talk with John Watts.”