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“Lieutenant Gramont.” The officer gave a slight bow. “Are you English?”
Kennedy shook his head. “No. I am from the colony of New Hampshire. This gentleman—” he indicated MacKim “—is from Scotland, and most of my men are from New Hampshire, with some from Scotland or England.”
Lieutenant Gramont gave a slight smile. “Either way, you are now prisoners of King Louis.” He indicated his ship just as the Union flag fluttered down to be replaced by the ensign of France. “May I have the honour of knowing your names?”
“I am Lieutenant Kennedy of Kennedy’s Rangers, and this gentleman is Sergeant MacKim, late of the 78th Fraser’s Highlanders and now of the Rangers. My men are all Rangers and entitled to be treated as prisoners of war.”
“The Highland Furies?” Gramont eyed MacKim as if expecting
