alks very freely about his master
and his affairs. I suppose you permit him these freedoms as he rescued
you----"

"Rescued me?" cries Mr. Warrington.

"From ever so many Indians on that very expedition. My Molly and I did
not know we were going to entertain so prodigiously wealthy a gentleman.
He saith that half Virginia belongs to you; but if the whole of North
America were yours, we could but give you our best."

"Those negro boys, sir, lie like the father of all lies. They think it
is for our honour to represent us as ten times as rich as we are. My
mother has what would be a vast estate in England, and is a very good
one at home. We are as well off as most of our neighbours, sir, but no
better; and all our splendour is in Mr. Gumbo's foolish imagination. He
never rescued me from an Indian in his life, and would run away at the
sight of one, as my poor brother's boy did on that fatal day when he
fell."

"The bravest man will do so at unlucky times," said the Colonel. "I
myself saw the best troops in the world run at Preston, before a ragged
mob of Highland savages."

"That was because the Highlanders fought for a good cause, sir."

"Do you think," asks Harry's host, "that the French Indians had the good
cause in the fight of last year?"

"The scoundrels! I would have the scalp of every murderous redskin among
'em!" cried Harry, clenching his fist. "They were robbing and invading
the British territories, too. But the Highlanders were fighting for
their king."

"We, on our side, were fighting for our king; and we ended by winning
the battle," said the Colonel, laughing.

"Ah!" cried Harry; "if his Royal Highness the Prince had not turned back
at Derby, your king and mine, now, would be his Majesty King James the
Third!"

"Who made such a Tory of you, Mr. Warrington?" asked Lambert.

"Nay, sir, the Esmonds were always loyal!" answered the youth. "Had we
lived at home, and twenty years sooner, brother and I often and often
agreed that our heads would have been in danger. We certainly would have
staked them for the king's cause."

"Yours is better on your shoulders than on a pole at Temple Bar. I have
seen them there, and they don't look very pleasant, Mr. Warrington."

"I shall take off my hat, and salute them, whenever I pass the gate,"
cried the young man, "if the king and the whole court are standing by!"

"I doubt whether your relative, my Lord Castlewood, is as staunch a
supporter of the king over