Who were you thinking of?"
"You for one," I said, "and Shalah for a second."
He nodded.
"I want two men from the Rappahannock--a hunter of the name of
Donaldson and the Frenchman Bertrand."
"That makes five. Would you like to even the number?"
"Yes," I said. "There's a gentleman of the Tidewater, Mr. Charles Grey,
that I've bidden to the venture."
Ringan whistled. "Are you sure that's wise? There'll be little use for
braw clothes and fine manners in the hills."
"All the same there'll be a use for Mr. Grey. When will you join us?"
"I've a bit of business to do hereaways, but I'll catch you up. Look
for me at Aird's store on Thursday morning."
CHAPTER XV.
I GATHER THE CLANS.
I was at the Governor's house next day before he had breakfasted. He
greeted me laughingly.
"Has the champion come to cry forfeit?" he asked. "It is a long, sore
road to the hills, Mr. Garvald."
"I've come to make confession," I said, and I plunged into my story of
the work of the last months.
He heard me with lowering brows, "Who the devil made you Governor of
this dominion, sir? You have been levying troops without His Majesty's
permission. Your offence is no less than high treason. I've a pretty
mind to send you to the guard-house.
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