The guard trumpeter blew a shrill blast, the negroes shouted "Huzzay, and God sabe de King," as Mr.
Braddock most graciously took leave of his hospitable entertainers, and rolled away on his road to headquarters.
As the boys went up the steps, there was the Colonel once more taking leave of their mother.

No doubt she had been once more recommending George to his namesake's care; for Colonel Washington said: "With my life.

You may depend on me," as the lads returned to their mother and the few guests still remaining in the porch.

The Colonel was booted and ready to depart.

"Farewell, my dear Harry," he said.