Patriotic Plays and Pageants for Young People by Constance D'Arcy Mackay
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KENTON.
Wilson's gone free, sir. He'll take Boonesborough the news of our capture. BOONE (rapidly). Aye; but he cannot take them the news of what Black Fish means to do. No one in Boonesborough knows that the Indians are on the warpath. A massacre is planned. The fires are lit. The tomahawks are ready. We must gain time. 'Tis all that we can do. We must surrender. I'll break through when I can. (Loudly.) Think well, my brothers. Here is freedom offered you, if you surrender. What do you say? PRITCHARD (loudly). I say that we surrender. [Boone, turning, makes a gesture to the spot where their guns lie piled, then towards the Indians as one would say: "We give in." BLACK FISH. My brothers, we, too, have had a council. Far in the North the British pay much gold for paleface prisoners. PRITCHARD (involuntarily). Oh, Boone, we're sold! BOONE (quickly). |
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