Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 27 of 102
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| —_— OLD PUT. 29 Putnam grinned in his odd fashion. _“ Sensible, isn’t it; in a General who knows more than all the rest of them put together. There is Shifley, flow, who has command of the armics. Why don’t he do coneere Oh, Lord ! it’s enough to drive one mad !” ‘ Take it coolly.” “What! Take it coolly, did you say? Yat don’t know Israel Putnam if you expect him to do that. - Good heavens: how can any oné take it coolly, wmdér such circumstances. Did yow stop oe on the way ?” | ~ “Once.” “T can guess where. ‘Somewhere about the bank Sk the Mohawk, where old Mother Ann keeps house.” Phew! What an old spitfite she is. TI had & talk with hér once, when I chased Moran up that way. I éan fight, but I wowld sooner face half a dozén Indians then that long tongued woman. How is Mistress Maggie.” | | s “ She is well.” us" “You had a passage at arms with the old cat ?” “Yes, confound her.” , is “Not much like Maggie, I take it, ‘That old woman is with the French, heart and soul. va like to know where she Camé from.” Ronald repeated the conversation with the hag in the for est. ) “ Ah.” said Putt’; “so, so! I knew there was black blood some Le all thé tine. The old she-Judas! I have no doubt she gives information of the moveménts of our army, from time to time, which helps the French not a little. No trouble to follow the motions of this army, though—they don’t move us once a month; and they. might take Albany while We are buried in the brambles, and we be none the wiser for it. I hate Frenchmen, Ronald, but, by Jove! I do admire the way they work against us.” “They are together, and we are not.” “Right; you have the secret, and we shall never be to- gether while they treat the provincial like dirt. Where : are you going ?” RPE T am looking for Eplitaim’ Peters. Hisve you seen connicloooks.com