“If you should be paid six shillings, would you be willing to guide one of these gentlemen into the fort and come back with him to where our troops might then be stationed?”
“Which one wants to go?” Nathan asked, not intending to commit himself until the full details were given.
“This gentleman,” and Colonel Allen pointed toward Master Phelps, one of the Committee from the Connecticut Assembly.
Nathan looked at him critically a moment, and then asked, as if suspicious some portion of the plan was being kept secret from him:
“Does he want to see Captain Delaplace?”
“He simply wishes to view the fort, and it would be necessary you should pretend he was a neighbor who had come with no other motive than that of curiosity.”
“You couldn’t pass him off for any neighbor of our’n.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause he’s dressed too fine, an’ his face is so pale that anybody’d know he didn’t live ’round here.”
“All that may be readily changed,” Master Phelps interrupted. “I’ll promise to look so nearly like one of your neighbors that there shall be no question raised.”