"Allow me to explain its contents," said the British officer, impressed.
"It is merely an intimation that pardon will be granted if arms are laid down, I understand, sir," went on Washington. "But we have done no wrong; we wish no pardon; we are only defending our indisputable rights."
"It is a wide field for argument," replied Colonel Patterson.
Washington bowed, and answered by requesting the honor of the English Colonel's presence at luncheon.
When the latter was taking his leave, George, who was standing close to the doorway, once more overheard the end of the conversation.
"Has your Excellency no commands to my Lord and General Howe?"
"None, sir, but my compliments to both of them."
This scene thrilled the young sentry through and through. Oh, if he only could do something to serve the General personally! What would he not give for a grasp of that firm hand again!
He was standing with his back to the door when he felt something like a pull at his cross-belts. As he straightened up an officer came by him, acknowledged his salute carelessly, and hastened away. It was Lieutenant Carter Hewes.
George felt hurt. "He might have recognized me by a look at least," he said, beneath his breath.