It was a proud little society, exclusive perhaps, and a little bit provincial too, possibly, but it was soon to show to the world a group of men whose abilities and reputation and service to the state have been unequaled, perhaps, since ancient Athens.  One warm afternoon as Robert walked down the single street with Tayoga and Grosvenor, he saw a very young man, only three or four years older than himself, riding a large, white horse.

The rider’s lofty stature, apparent even on horseback, attracted Robert’s notice.  He was large of bone, too, with hands and feet of great size, and a very powerful figure.  His color was ruddy and high, showing one who lived out of doors almost all the time.

The man, Robert soon learned, was the young officer, George Washington, who had commanded the Virginians in the first skirmish with the French and Indians in the Ohio country.

“One of most grave and sober mien,” said Grosvenor.  “I take him to be of fine quality.”

“There can scarce be a doubt of it,” said Robert.

But he did not dream then that succeeding generations would reckon the horseman the first man of all time.

Robert, Willet and Tayoga saw the governor, Dinwiddie, a thrifty Scotchman, and offered to him their services, saying that they wished to go with the Braddock expedition as scouts.

“But I should think, young sir,” said Dinwiddie to Robert, “that you, at least, would want a commission.  ’Twill be easy to obtain it in the Virginia troops.”

“I thank you, sir, for the offer, which is very kind,” said Robert, “but I have spent a large part of my life in the woods with Mr. Willet, and I feel that I can be of more use as a scout and skirmisher.  You know that they will be needed badly in the forest.  Moreover, Mr. Willet would not be separated from Tayoga, who in the land of the Six Nations, known to themselves as the Hodenosaunee, is a great figure.”

Governor Dinwiddie regarded the Onondaga, who gave back his gaze steadily.  The shrewd Scotchman knew that here stood a man, and he treated him as one.

“Have your way,” he said.  “Perhaps you are right.  Many think that General Braddock has little to fear from ambush, they say that his powerful army of regulars and colonials can brush aside any force the French and Indians may gather, but I’ve been long enough in this country to know that the wilderness always has its dangers.  Such eyes as the eyes of you three will have their value.  You shall have the commissions you wish.”

Willet was highly pleased.  He had been even more insistent than Robert on the point, saying they must not sacrifice their freedom and independence of movement, but Grosvenor was much surprised.

“An army rank will help you,” he said.

“It’s help that we don’t need,” said Robert smiling.