about nine o’clock
Mr. Robertson leaned his square shoulders over the table . `` He may fall in with a party going over , '' he answered , without looking up . Polly Ann looked at Tom as if to say that the whole Continental Army could not give her as much protection . We left that hospitable place about nine o'clock , Mr. Robertson having written a letter to Colonel Daniel Boone , -- shut up in the fort at Boonesboro , -- should we be so fortunate as to reach Kaintuckee : and another to a young gentleman by the name of George Rogers Clark , apparently a leader there . Captain Sevier bowed over Polly Ann 's hand as if she were a great lady , and wished her a happy honeymoon , and me he patted on the head and called a brave lad . And soon we had passed beyond the corn-field into the Wilderness again . Our way was down the Nollichucky , past the great bend of it below Lick Creek , and so to the Great War-path , the trail by which countless parties of red marauders had travelled north and south .