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"George," he gasped, mopping his crimsoned face, "I'll tell you now that we Varicks and you Ormonds must stand out for neutrality in this war. The Butlers mean mischief; they're mad to go to fighting, and that means our common ruin. They'll be here to-night, damn them." "Sir Lupus," I ventured, "we are all kinsmen, the Butlers, the Varicks, and the Ormonds.
These made it clear why Varick had chosen to remain silent concerning what had evidently been a sordid and melancholy episode of his past life. Miss Weatherfield told her pleasant new acquaintance that the Varicks, when they had first come to Chichester, had been very poor, the wife of an obviously lower class than the husband.
At nine o'clock, the day following your arrival at Varicks', you will leave on your journey to Stillwater, where you will report to General Gates for further orders.
Murphy and Elerson have just heard that Walter Butler's mother and sister, and a young lady, Magdalen Brant you met her at Varicks' are staying quietly at the house of a Tory named Beacraft. We must strive to catch him there; and, failing that, we must watch Magdalen Brant, that she has no communication with the Iroquois." He hesitated, head bent.
"You credit me with little strength of character," I said. "I credit you with some twenty-odd years and no experience." "With nothing more?" "Yes, sir; with sincerity and a Spanish rifle which you may have need of ere this month of May has melted into June." I glanced at the beautiful Spanish weapon resting across my pommel. "What do you know of the Varicks?" I asked, smiling.
He nodded, yawned again, and removed his round cap of silver-fox fur to scratch his curly head. "We certainly do part at these cross-roads, if you are bound for Varicks'," he said. I waited a moment, then thanked him for the pleasant entertainment his company had afforded me, and wished him a safe journey. "A safe journey?" he repeated, carelessly.
And presently we were eating there in the sunshine of the open doorway, chatting over the dinner at Varicks', each outvying the others to make the best of an unhappy and delicate situation.
"Are you vexed because we laugh?" she asked. My tongue stung with a retort, but I stood silent. These Varicks might forget their manners, but I might not forget mine. She honored me with a smile, sweeping me from head to foot with her bright eyes. My buckskins were dirty from travel, and the thrums in rags; and I knew that she noted all these matters.
"My friend," I said, "you are blunt." "Only in speech, sir," he replied, lazily swinging one huge leg over the pommel of his saddle. Sitting at ease in the sunshine, he opened his fringed hunting-shirt to the breeze blowing. "So you go to the Varicks?" he mused aloud, eyes slowly closing in the sunshine like the brilliant eyes of a basking lynx. "Do you know the lord of the manor?" I asked. "Who?
But Sir John Johnson remained before Stanwix, and McCraw's riders gave the village wide berth, and on the 18th of August we set out for Varicks'. Warned by our extreme outposts, we bore to the south, forced miles out of our course to avoid the Oneida country, where a terrific little war was raging.
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