"Man! we have a village full of Christians to look after.

What would become of them?
I tell you we've all we can do here to outwit these border ruffians.
Simon Girty is plotting our ruin.

I heard it to-day from the Delaware runner who is my friend.

He is jealous of our influence, when all we desire is to save these poor Indians.

And, Jim, Girty has killed our happiness.