He nodded.
"I want two men from the Rappahannock—a hunter of the name of
Donaldson and the Frenchman Bertrand."
"That makes five. Would you like to even the number?"
"Yes," I said. "There's a gentleman of the Tidewater, Mr. Charles Grey, that I've bidden to the venture."
Ringan whistled. "Are you sure that's wise? There'll be little use for braw clothes and fine manners in the hills."
"All the same there'll be a use for Mr. Grey. When will you join us?"
"I've a bit of business to do hereaways, but I'll catch you up. Look for me at Aird's store on Thursday morning."
CHAPTER XV.
I GATHER THE CLANS.
I was at the Governor's house next day before he had breakfasted. He greeted me laughingly.