“Why, we must warn Washington about this flanking action!”
“Flanking action?” I echoed, still not understanding.
“Aye. Ten thousand British are crossing the two branches of the Brandywine north of the fork, guided by the Tory Galloway. I saw them myself! They’ll come down Birmingham Road behind the American line and fall upon the Continentals from the rear. And by the cannon fire coming from the south, I judge Howe has sent some troops to make Washington believe that that is where the main attack will come.”
“Aye, troops under Knyphausen are moving against Chadd’s.”
Cheyney pounded his fist down on the seat. “I thought so! ’Tis the same trick Howe used to win at Long Island! I tried to warn General Sullivan of this, but he thought I was exaggerating! Well, at least the damned fool gave me a pass to Washington’s headquarters. I’ll need your wagon.”
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