Chapter 12-2

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“Who is this ragamuffin?” “This man is the British sergeant the privateers captured, your excellency,” a smooth-faced aide-de-camp replied. “You expressed a desire to interrogate him.” “So I did.” La Touché approached MacKim. “Does he speak any French?” “I do not know, your excellency,” the aide-de-camp said. “I rather doubt it. The rank and file are largely uneducated.” La Touché glanced at MacKim. “Ask him if he speaks French.” The aide-de-camp took a deep breath before very slowly asking. “Can you speak French, sergeant?” “I can,” MacKim said. La Touché gave a little nod. “If you are a British soldier, why are you wearing green and not scarlet?” “I serve with Kennedy’s Rangers,” MacKim explained. “The Rangers always wear green rather than scarlet.” La Touché seemed interested.

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