“You have a long knife inside your coat,” smiled Sevier.
“What do you propose doing?”
“Make up for my part in our bad manners,” laughed Sevier, taking the pistol by the muzzle and handing it across the table.
McGillivray’s eyes flew open. He smiled graciously and murmured:
“A gallant gentleman. I meet you half way. Wine and weapons do not go well together.”
And pulling a knife from inside his coat he tossed it and the pistol on a couch at the side of the room.
Speaking sorrowfully, he said:
“Sevier, I have just shown you a wonderful world and you interrupted to ask silly questions. God knows you nearly drove me out of my reason. I can’t bear to have commonplace objections thrown at me when I am painting a picture of new kingdoms. I took you up where you could see yourself as one of the great men of America and you didn’t seem to sense it.”
“If you showed me the whole world from the top of a mountain it wouldn’t tempt me any, Alexander McGillivray, so long as I knew misery and injustice dwelt at the foot of the mountain.”
“Will you go with me to Governor Miro at Pensacola?”