“I do, sir.”
“Tell your story, witness.”
The sharp, business-like tone steadied me, helped me. With a calmness that surprised myself I stated that the prisoner before the Court, who passed in Camp, and in disguise, under the name of Burton, was the same man who under the name of Wilmer had fought against us at King’s Mountain, and had there taken me when wounded, and cared for me in his own house.
“You were present,” the President asked, “when the plans for Major Wemyss’s advance were discussed at Headquarters before my Lord Rawdon?”
“I was, sir.”
“Was the prisoner also there?”
“He was, sir.”
“In disguise and under a false name?”
I bowed.
“He was taking part in the debate as one knowing the district?”