Bill Bymus has not delivered the other letter to this day.
Presumably he went to stay with his sister, but she saw little of
him, for his stay at Albany was, as usual, one long spree. It was
clear that, but for Rolf, there might have been serious loss of
fur, and Vandam showed his appreciation by taking the lad to his
own home, where the story of the difficult identification
furnished ground for gusty laughter and primitive jest on many an
after day.
The return cargo for Warren consisted of stores that the Vandam
warehouse had in stock, and some stuff that took a day or more to
collect in town.
As Rolf was sorting and packing next day, a tall, thin, well-dressed
young man walked in with the air of one much at home.
"Good morrow, Peter."
"Good day to ye, sir," and they talked of crops and politics.
Presently Vandam said, "Rolf, come over here."
He came and was presented to the tall man, who was indeed very
thin, and looked little better than an invalid. "This," said
Peter, "is Master Henry van Cortlandt the son of his honour, the
governor, and a very learned barrister. He wants to go on a long
hunting trip for his health.
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