Epilogue
Child!” Conawago growled to Analie. “The king will fall to the deserved victor if you would but stop showering me with Franklin’s sparks! I swear I am going to write the great doctor in London and let him know the French are perverting his science!”
Analie giggled, then drew another spark from Conawago’s fingers with the glass rod sent by Deborah Franklin in Philadelphia and skipped away, raising a deep laugh from their genteel host on the other side of the chessboard.
“I’ve begun to suspect you have bribed the girl to distract me, Sir William,” the old Nipmuc said to his chess partner.
William Johnson, baronet and Superintendent of Indian Affairs, looked up from his troubles on the board. “What an inspired suggestion!” he exclaimed, and tossed a sweet biscuit to the girl befo
