They took him to the British camp.
"What is your name, young rebel?" said the British captain.
"Andy Jackson."
"Well, Andy Jackson, get down here and clean the mud from my boots."
Andrew's gray eyes blazed as he stood up straight and proud before the haughty captain.
"Sir," he said, "I am a prisoner of war, and demand to be treated as such."
"You rebel!" shouted the captain. "Down with you, and clean those boots at once."
The slim, tall boy seemed to grow taller, as he answered, "I'll not be the servant of any Englishman that ever lived."
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The captain was very angry. He drew his sword to hit the boy with its flat side. Andrew threw out his hand and received an ugly gash across the knuckles.