“You won ’em,” Dave said. “They’re yours. I wasn’t wrastling for them. You challenged. We’ll shake hands.”
Then my Lord Dunmore sent for Dave and asked him where he was from.
“And do you know the Indian country on this side of the Cumberland?” asked his lordship.
“Very well.”
His lordship smiled thoughtfully.
“I may have need of you.”
Dave bowed:
“I am an American, my lord.”
His lordship flamed, but he controlled himself.
“You are at least an open enemy,” he said, and gave orders to move on.