“I'd go for Hamilton,” I answered.
“By God!” exclaimed Clark, striking Mr. Boone on the knee, “that's what I'd do.”
[CHAPTER XI]
Fragmentary
Mr. Boone's visit lasted but a day. I was a great deal with Colonel Clark in the few weeks that followed before his departure for Virginia. He held himself a little aloof (as a leader should) from the captains in the station, without seeming to offend them. But he had a fancy for James Ray and for me, and he often took me into the woods with him by day, and talked with me of an evening.
“I'm going away to Virginia, Davy,” he said; “will you not go with me? We'll see Williamsburg, and come back in the spring, and I'll have you a little rifle made.”
My look must have been wistful.
“I can't leave Polly Ann and Tom,” I answered.