“No,” he softly concluded, “he speaks the truth.”
Raising a silver whistle to his lips, he blew two short blasts. Almost instantly a dozen warriors glided into the room and encircled the three men. Pointing to Polcher, the emperor ordered:
“Take this man away. Turn out the dogs.”
“I’ve served you, McGillivray—”
“What?”
“I’ve served your Majesty faithfully. I give my word of honour I will not try to escape until after you have investigated this ridiculous story.”
“You will come to no harm if you’re innocent; and the Emperor of the Creeks knows how to make up for his mistakes with many presents. But if you have played me false you will—if you are wise—cut your own throat tonight. If you attempt to leave the grounds the dogs will get you.”
“I do not wish to leave the grounds,” sullenly replied Polcher as they led him away.
After the warriors and their prisoner left, McGillivray remained staring at the door, seemingly forgetful of Sevier. Black care was worrying his handsome countenance. Speaking gently, he at last asked—
“Do you know anything about the Tonpits, besides what you’ve told?”