Three cannon had fired in quick succession, and as they entered they roared again from the Battery.
Most of the officers had disappeared. Two were despatched to inform the Convention at White Plains. But near the door stood one who had evidently just come in out of the storm. It was John Clarkson, commanding the Tenth New Jersey Foot—George's own Captain.
Washington was standing; he took a step nearer as the two young men came into the room. "I have seen you somewhere before, my lad," he said, "have I not?"
"Yes, General," was the response. "You did me the honor of speaking to me."
"I remember," said the Commander-in-chief; "your name is Frothingham, and you have a sister and aunt. Am I not right?"
"Yes, General."
"You are now a sergeant," went on Washington.
"Yes, your Excellency."
"I have in my hand your commission as Lieutenant."