"He's in attendance on Dunmore, lad. Shemmy told me last night."
"Very well," said I, smacking my suddenly parched lips. "I will kill him before I leave Pittsburg."
Mr. Henry rose from his seat beside Logan and came over to where I was standing by the window.
"Mr. Cardigan," he said, "I know from Mount something concerning your mission here. I know you to be a patriot, and I believe that your honourable guardian, Sir William Johnson, will aid us with all his heart in whatever touches the good of our country. Am I not right?"
"Sir William's deeds are never secret, sir," I replied, cautiously. "All men may read his heart by that rule."
"Sir William has chosen in you a discreet deputy, to whom I beg to pay my sincerest compliments," said Mr. Henry, smiling.
"I can say this, sir," I replied, with a bow; "that I have heard him many times commend your speeches and the public course which you pursue."
"Sir William is too good," he replied, bowing.
"Ay, sir," I said, eagerly; "he is good! I do believe him to be the greatest and best of men, Mr. Henry. I am here as his deputy, though without orders, now that my mission to Colonel Cresap has failed. But, sir, I shall use my discretion, knowing Sir William's mind, and this night I shall present to my Lord Dunmore a reckoning which shall not be easily cancelled!"
"In the face of all his people?" asked Mr. Henry, curiously.