"I do not arraign him," I retorted. Believing I had gone too far ever to retrieve myself in the governor's good graces, and being made angry by the thought, I boldly continued: "Connolly is too autocratic. He carries things with too high a hand. He takes measures which neither Your Excellency, nor any other of His Majesty's governors would dream of indulging in. He arrests and imprisons citizens without any pretense at legal procedure. It is because of such actions that many in Pennsylvania expressed the wish we might lose the war. I will add that I heard no such expressions of ill-will since the white families were murdered along the Monongahela." "It does make a difference as to whose ox is being gored," grimly commented Colonel Lewis. "Does Pennsylvania still blame Michael Cresap for the death of Logan's people?" asked the governor. "Many of them do, because Connolly reduced him in rank. His reinstatement at Your Excellency's command is not so generally known." "Confusion and bickering!" wrathfully exclaimed the governor. "Virginia demanding a decisive war--England opposed to it. Our militia captains stealing each other's men--Sir William Johnson's death is most untimely." Sir William Johnson dead! For the moment I was stunned. My facial expression was so pronounced that His Excellency kindly added: "The sad news has just reached us. Never was he needed more and wanted more. The colonies have been so used to having him hold the Iroquois in check that few have paused to picture what might happen if his influence were removed from the Six Nations." He rose and paced the room for a few turns. Then with a short bow to me he addressed the colonel, saying: "With your permission, Colonel, I believe I shall retire for an hour. When the man Ward comes I wish to question him." "By all means, Your Excellency, take a bit of rest. I shall call you if the fellow comes." I turned to go and the colonel walked with me to the door, urging me to return and remain his guest that night. I thanked him, explaining an acceptance of his kind offer would depend on circumstances. He walked with me to my horse and with a side-glance at the house softly inquired: "What do the people over the mountains and in Pennsylvania say about the Quebec Bill now before Parliament?" "I do not remember hearing it mentioned. I do not think any of the settlers are interested in it." "Not interested!" he groaned. "And if it is approved[3] by Parliament the American colonies will be robbed of hundreds of thousands of square miles of territory. They will lose the lands which already have been given them in their own charters. Think of Virginia and Pennsylvania quarreling over the junction of two rivers when we stand fair to lose all the country west of the Alleghanies. Young man, there's going to be war." This was very softly spoken. "We're in it now," I stupidly replied. "I am speaking of war with England," he whispered.