A Volunteer with Pike: The True Narrative of One Dr. John Robinson and of His Love for the Fair Señorita ValloisBennet, Robert Ames
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A Volunteer with Pike: The True Narrative of One Dr. John Robinson and of His Love for the Fair Señorita Vallois
Bennet, Robert Ames
Pike, Zebulon Montgomery, 1779-1813 -- Fiction
"Pitt!--Pitt dead?" he gasped, losing thought of the one fear in
another.
"Have you not heard?" I asked, astonished. "It is months since his
death--midwinter."
"But--but--that puts another face on the plans! Without Pitt--without
the British ships--"
"British ships!" I exclaimed.
He started, and sought to gather together his scattered wits, hastily
pouring out and drinking half a glass of raw whiskey before again
speaking. I waved aside the bottle and a second glass which he thrust
toward me, and pointed to the other letter. "Your Excellency, may I ask
you to read what Colonel Burr has written with regard to myself?"
He caught up the letter, and after a hasty glance about the room from
door to window, began to read. I could see by the quickness with which
his eyes followed the lines that, unlike the first, it was written in a
legible hand. At the end he went back and re-read the latter part.
Coming again to the end, he laid the letter down, and addressed me with
a most bombastic assumption of dignity: "Sir, Colonel Burr takes too
much upon himself--far too much! The granting of your request, sir, is
impossible--impossible!"
Away puffed my aircastles at a word, and left me stunned and heartsick.
I had not looked for so sudden a blow. Yet I managed to protest: "Your
Excellency, I have ventured to imagine that I am not altogether lacking
in the qualities needed by the leader of such an expedition."
He unbent a trifle. "Sir, I do not question your qualifications."
"Then what prevents my appointment, Your Excellency? Is it that you wish
further recommendations? If only my friend Lieutenant Pike were here to
speak for me!"
"That, sir, is the point. I cannot give you the place, because
Lieutenant Pike has already been assigned to it."
"He!" I cried. "But he is at the sources of the Mississippi!"
"He was, sir, and the Government shall hear of it, to his just credit.
He has explored the headwaters of the river; entered into treaties with
the powerful tribes of the Sioux and Chippewas; hauled down the British
flags at the fur-trading posts, and compelled an agreement of the
Northwest Company to pay us our import duties at Michilmackinac."
"And he has returned!" I muttered.
"In April. By now he is fitting out this present expedition."
I rose and bowed. "Such being the case, Your Excellency, permit me to
wish you good-day."
"One moment," he said, leaning toward me, with a leer which doubtless he
meant for an ingratiating glance. "Has your ambition so narrow a range,
doctor?"
"My ambition?" I inquired.
"Your ambition and your interest in the projects of one who shall at
present go unnamed. I must read and consider what the gentleman has
written to me. Whatever my decision as to--those matters, I cannot give
you what you have asked; but--you will understand--there may be
possibilities--vast possibilities!--a vast Empire, stretching westward
from the Alleghanies--"
"Alleghanies!" I cried, astounded.
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